The Rumour

Chapter Four: Action and Reaction (Warning: Relatively Explicit Stuff Not Meant for Minors Ahead)

Momoshiro looked up at his bedroom ceiling, his brain working overtime. It's not fair! He blamed Fuji-senpai for everything. For putting all those images of Tezuka-senpai in his mind. All that stuff about his eyes, and taunt body and lips. Momo-kun swallowed hard. And then there was the 'show' that Tezuka buchou provided that afternoon… That drop of water… that pale gorgeous body… Momo-kun's breath gave a little hitch and he blushed rosily.

Argh! Shit, not again! Stupid body getting hard at a drop of a hat! Oh well, at least he's alone in his own bedroom instead of being stuck in a room with eight other guys. And this time, there's something he could do about it. I can't help it if I'm a strapping, normal 14 year old boy with normal urges, Momo-kun comforted himself even as his hand stole past the rather loose waistband elastic of his pyjamas pants and under his boxers.  He gave a soft sigh of relief, the feel of his member a familiar weight in his hand.

And he's blaming Inui-senpai too, what with his talk about sexual fulfilment and young boys. Young boys… Ryoma-kun… Ack no! He can't think about Ochibi now! God, he's just a little kid! With an effort Momo-kun dragged his mind off the twelve year old boy and tried to think about other things. Like girls.

Except that they were mostly a mystery to him. Funny how they're always running around in pairs, perpetually giggling at incomprehensible things. Momo-kun had to admit, though, that it did feel kind of good to have them look up to him with admiration. Made him feel big. Momo-kun squeezed a little harder. He's definitely regretting passing up the girlie magazine that the guys in class were passing around, but he was in a hurry to get to tennis practice that day. Ah well… Momo-kun found his mind wandering back to the image of Tezuka senpai from that afternoon. Unconsciously, his hand began to pump harder. That pale body, gleaming with moisture, was just… beautiful. It was weird, because they've all been in the showers together before, but he's never really, like, looked at any of his team mates.

Man, what have I been missing all this time? He'd never notice what perfect skin Tezuka senpai had. And the rest of the package… long muscles wrapped around that gorgeous frame, the soft kissable nipples, that ass and those long long legs... Momoshiro wondered what those pink sensitive nubs would feel like under his hands, as he brought his free hand up under his t-shirt and began to caress his nipple in slow circular strokes with the rough, calloused palm of his hand. He moaned softly, and his other hand began to move to the same rhythm. Hard and slow and that feeling of rough hands on skin…

Tezuka senpai would have to have some expression on his cold face by then, he thought dreamily. Yeah, those cold eyes would soften, and the hard lines of his mouth would soften into a moan… And then he'd take him by his dick, just like that yeah, and slowly rub it all the way around, from the base of his member and over the turgid head and then back again. Slowly, slowly, and drive his buchou wild.

He wondered what it would be like to go all the way with Tezuka-senpai, to have him bent forward in front of him, his cute white ass taking all the hammering that he's giving. Nah, he wanted to see his senpai's face as he thrust inside him. He needed to see – Momo-kun's breathing grew faster, in short panting spurts timed with the movement of his hand – Tezuka's face. See his body wrapped around his. See him pant and want him as badly as he does.

An image came to him then, of Tezuka-senpai impaled on his dick, head flung back in the exact same strange mixture of ecstasy and pain he showed during match with Atobe, as Momoshiro thrust endlessly up into him. Up, up… Until the world explodes.

God.

Tezuka…

"Tezuka. Come, come!" The woman coach of Seigaku tennis club beamed. The relaxed woman motioned for the tall captain to come into her office. She had never stood on ceremony with any of her players under her charge, even quiet stubborn buchous. Life's too short for that crap, Ryuzaki sensi grinned. Besides, they were all like her grandchildren, to be taught, and cherished, and sometimes whacked on the head for their own good. But some never did need that extra whack, unlike others she could name. "Tezuka, come tell me about the miraculous fighting spirit that came over the entire club this week!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu walked into the coach's office. "Ryuzaki sensei," he greeted politely. "As you said, everyone in the club is practicing hard, and putting in longer than normal hours. Here's a list of the more likely players who've improved the most in the past couple of weeks," Tezuka handed over a thin folder to the coach and continued. "I'd suggest holding another ranking tournament soon to see exactly how far they've improved. I know it would be a lot of effort as it's getting close to the self-study and examination periods, but it should be worth it to see if anyone's come up closer to the current regulars' level of playing. It'll be good practice for the younger regulars too."

Ryuzaki sensei looked over the report Tezuka prepared. "Ah, good. I see we've got the same people in mind. Hmm. Another ranking tournament would be a good idea, but we would need to hold it soon so that it doesn't interfere too much with you boys' studies… Let's see… Okay, we'll make it the end of the week then, if you and Oishi can finish the planning in time."

"Yes, sensei."

"By the way, Tezuka, you still haven't told me what magic method you've used on the non-regular players! Oishi told me that a number of them have been coming in early to practice – some of them are up so early, they're waiting for Oishi to open the club and courts!"

Tezuka shrugged uncomfortably. "I haven't really done anything… Sensei, if there isn't anything else, I'll go prepare the listing and groups for the tournament then."

"It's all right. Go on then!"

"Yes, sensei." The buchou quickly took the opportunity to make a graceful escape to the courts.

The sensei had made a good point though. This sudden enthusiasm by the players wasn't natural. He was pretty sure his training methods weren't that good, and besides, the entire tennis club have been acting strange, to say the least. Tezuka knew he wasn't approachable – he wasn't like Eiji, or Oishi, or Momoshiro, who had that essentially openness and light-heartedness that attracted people to them. No, he was more likely to garner their respect, rather than liking. Tezuka accepted that facet of his personality the way he accepted the colour of his eyes, or the size of his feet. They just were. You don't have to think about it. This made it all the more strange to have people – first and second year players who used to greet him respectfully and then run over to the next court, for crying out loud – to suddenly come up to him and greet him with shy smiles, or open grins, or worse, "Tezuka-buchou, we'll work hard for you!"

All he could think to say in return was "Nn." Well, what else could he say to that?!

He'd even increase the usual practice load by 50% and all they said was "Hai, buchou!" and "We'll make you proud, buchou!" and then went right back to the practice with renewed vigour and smiles. Smiles. It was almost as irritating as the people who keep mistaking him for an adult. And then there was the crowd that always started showing up whenever he's in the showers or in the changing room, although that little phenomenon had stopped as abruptly as it'd started. Even the regulars were getting a little strange. Momoshiro keeps blushing every time Tezuka spoke to him, Fuji has been getting very touchy-feely with him, although it was hard to tell whether that was the result of the recent weirdness, or just the normal Fuji-weirdness. The only people who remained the same were Sensei, Inui, Ryoma and Kawamura. Even Eiji and Oishi have been acting a little off lately…

Something strange is definitely going on here.

Tezuka felt a sudden pang. He wished, no, needed, to talk to his best friend. Oishi was the one who was good with people – heck, he was Tezuka's best friend, wasn't he? He's one of the few people to ignore Tezuka's stunted people and communication skills to come barrelling in with his friendship. If Tezuka was the stern disciplinarian of the team, then Oishi is the warm, caring 'mother' who worried about the players, encouraged them when they seemed down, and remembered their birthdays, and sent little presents to make them feel better when they're sick or hurt. It was good system that worked. Yes, Oishi would know what's going on, because he cared and made it his business to find out, and Tezuka wouldn't have to do anything else but ask Oishi.

Except… Oishi seemed to be avoiding him. It was a pretty neat trick too, considering they were in the same class, mused Tezuka.

No, Tezuka stopped short in the middle of the stairway, things are not going to go on like this. One way or another, he's going to find out exactly what everyone is up to. He just has to get through today's practice first. Grimly, Tezuka tightened his grip on his racket bag, and headed out.

At that very same moment, the Seigaku regulars were having an emergency meeting called by the object of Tezuka's thoughts. "I can't take this for much longer, you guys," moaned the vice captain, who was currently being fanned by Eiji. "I had to physically stop at least six of them from following Tezuka into his shower stall at the last practice, and chase the lot out from the changing room while he's changing. They're getting out of control and I can't take it any more!" 

"I'm with Oishi! If he says he can't take it any more, then we should stop!" Eiji said stoutly.

"But Oishi, the non regular players have improved by 68% already! You can't just take away their hope for having Tezuka just like that! Think about the tennis team!" protested Inui.

"But…" said Oishi weakly.

"Don't worry, Oishi-kun," smiled Fuji. "If you're really worried about Tezuka's chastity, I'd be pleased to help you protect him from those horrible people."

"Yeah, but who'll protect the buchou from you?" muttered Kaido softly.

"Did you say something, Kaido-kun?" Fuji asked, with a fixed smile still on his face.

"Er…"

"Shush! He's coming! Buchou's coming!" Eiji wriggled excitedly. Indeed, the captain was moving through the gates and gesturing for all the members to assemble before him.

After a mad scramble to get the best spots closest to the buchou, the assembled boys chorused happily, "Ohaiyo, Buchou!"

"Nn," said Tezuka without any visible change in his expression. "We would be holding a special ranking tournament this Friday and Saturday—," A mad tumult started at those words as the gathered crowd burst into excited whispers. "It's the match! It's finally coming true!" All right!" "It'll be the best time of your life, buchou!" "Settle down right now, or run twenty laps!" ordered Tezuka sternly. The best time of my life? wondered Tezuka with a frown. I must have heard wrongly. Quickly, the boys settled back into an anticipatory silence. "As I was saying," Tezuka continued loudly, "We will have a ranking tournament this week to determine everyone's standings in the club. We will be posting the group lists that you all will be competing in after practice today. As this would be the final ranking tournament before the start of the examination study period, I expect all of you to do your best." He looked around at the happy faces around him. "All right, back to practice, all of you!" Tezuka finished firmly.

"Yes, Buchou!" The cry erupted from the throats of the thirty odd boys present.

"Oishi, I'll need to talk to you later about the arrangements for the tournament," Tezuka requested.

"All right. We'll meet after practice then," smiled Oishi a little desperately.

"Nn."

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Thanks for the reviews everyone! So far, Fuji's up ahead in the stakes to win, but things might change anytime! grin So far, I've two, ah, encounters, floating in my head for Tezuka, but things are still pretty fluid, depending on what evilness comes to me.