A first time Chapter 3
The rest of the journey was spent in silence. Fuji was just smiling and Ryoma would have been too awkward to even answer to anythingasked of him.
"Oi, Ryoma." Nanjiroh's lazy voice came as he made his way into the hall where Fuji and Ryoma were taking off their shoes. "Oh, Fuji-san. Are you guys hungry? We just made dinner, and of course there's enough for you as well."
Fuji slipped into his slippers, that laid in a nearby corner. "Thank you, that's very kind of you, but we already ate."
"Che, more for me then!" Nanjiroh then smiled, still not leaving the hall and most likely looking for Fuji's company either way.
"We're going to do homework. Don't disturb us." Ryoma muttered as he dragged his boyfriend up the stairs and shut the door to his room. He really didn't want his perverted father and his…almost equally perverted boyfriend to start having some disturbing conversation again.
"Suure, 'homework'…" Nanjiroh's voice came from dowstairs. Ryoma gritted his teeth together and he leaned against the door for a few seconds, shutting his eyes and hoping the entire world would cease to exist.
Opening them again, the first thing he saw was an amused smile, checking him out. Ryoma stared back, before pushing himself up from the door.
"Don't even think about it! I'm doing my homework!" he then stated coldly, grabbing his books and sitting down in front of his table.
Fuji didn't say a word. He just took his stuff as well and came up to Ryoma by the table and placedhis thingsdown next to the other boy's books.
"I said no!" Ryoma said, sounding very serious.
Fuji gave him an innocent smile, noting that there wasn't any other tables or chairs in the room. Ryoma knew the tensai was gonna go for that next. It wouldn't have been the first time, and he had always ended up sitting in his boyfriend's lap or side by side, sharing the single stool.
'Not this time!' Ryoma told himself in his testy mood. "Get on the bed!"
He didn't receive quite the reaction he would've wanted, as he realized how that had sounded and Fuji's eyebrows quirked seductively up, smile even wider.
"Yes, sir." Fuji then mocked, slowly lying down on his stomach, with the books in front of him and his feet swaying in the air.
Ryoma tapped his pencil against the book in annoyance, just waiting for it to break in his hands. He finished the reading without actually thinking about what he had read and started to answer the questions.
Every once in a while he could hear how Fuji changed position on the bed or turneda page. It was distracting to almost be able to feel every breath the tensai took or to smell the usual scent that seemed tofill up the room.
Suddenly Ryoma heard the older boy slam his books shut and place them on the floor next to the bed, and Ryoma realized he hadn't gotten further than to the second question.
Fuji lied down on his back, watching the ceiling. So he was done with the school work, and Ryoma still had some questions unanswered. It was good that he was such a genius, otherwise Ryoma would have had to re-read the whole text again in order to get the answers right.
The smaller boy started with determination to scribble down stuff inside his notebook, but his thoughts were once more interrupted as he heard a soft sigh, almost like a moan, come from the bed.
The lead in his pencil broke and Ryoma gave a very silent groan, starting to sharpen the pencil in question. Fuji rolled over to his side and gazed the boy.
Ryomatried to act like he didn't notice it, but that stare was practically burning a hole in his back. He awkwardly switched position and intended to type again.
Fuji cleared his throat. "Do you need any help?"
His senpai knew better than to ask him that since Ryoma was really good in school, but Fuji just wanted to start something. "No."
Fuji gave a soft chuckle at how crusty his boyfriend was, pulling off the bedspread and then throwing it down on the floor. Ryoma noted Fuji laying down again, resting his head on the exposed pillow.
"What are you doing?" Ryoma muttered under his breath.
"Come and find out for yourself." Fuji provoked and heard his little boyfriend give an irritated sigh.
"Can't you just go and do a prank call or bug someone else for a change to keep yourself occupied?" Ryoma snapped together with his pencil. Fuji just smiled.
"I think I'll try that shirt on now, you know, the one I bought today." Fuji then said, undoing the first buttons of his white school shirt. "The one I could wear open…"
Ryoma closed his eyes, as images of Fuji with and without the shirt went through his mind. The smaller boy bent down to search after a new pencil in his drawer. In his current position he couldn't avoid seeing how Fuji was playing with the half open school shirt.
Ryomafound another pencil and sat back up. In the corner of his eye he could see how his senpai was now slowly letting a hand roam down his chest. Ryoma started to tap the new pencil against the notebook as well.
AsFuji's handreached the belt, Ryoma couldn't take it anymore. "What are you doing now?"
Fuji quickly removed the hand, as if he had been caught doing something naughty. "Um, nothing." was the innocent answer and Ryoma concentrated on tapping the pencil even faster in hope to distact himself from any unwelcomed thoughts.
"Just that…" Fuji's voice came again and Ryoma let an eye gaze the other boy. "Could you leave for about say 15 minutes?"
Ryoma missed the book with his motioning hand and lost control over the pencil. Fuji caught the flying object with that same mischievous hand.
The younger boy was simply too speechless to muster out something that could have sounded like a shocked 'what!'. Fuji laid down on his back again.
"You told me to occupy myself with something." the angelic smile was still in place, a devil hiding under it.
Ryoma didn't know what to reply, getting up to retrieve his pencil. Fuji smiled where he lay and held the pencil up high, refusing to let it go when Ryoma grabbed it.
Since Fuji was the stronger one of the two, Ryoma didn't have a chance to outpower him and win the pencil back.
"Fine, I have others." the smaller boy mumbled, still not letting go of the object. Fuji pulled the pencil closer to himself, the other boy following with. It was as if Fuji had catched a fish and was now reeling it in.
In the corner of his eye, Ryoma could see his cat settling down on the bedspread Fuji had thrown on the floor. Karupin looked like he was about to doze off, probably thinking 'there they go again'.
Ryoma fought a blush, the best he could, as Fuji drew him even closer and their noses touched. Without waisting anymore time the older boy pressed his lips against Ryoma's. Feeling how his kouhai was starting to relax into the kiss, Fujisucceeded in parting the boy's lips and slipped his tongue into the warm mouth.
Slowly Fuji lead the smaller boy down between his parted legs and Ryoma let his free hand support him against the half naked chest in front of him, his lower body still falling closer to the other one's.
Annoyed Ryoma realized he would either have to let go off the pencil or then fall over his senpai, and defeated he surrendered the pencil to Fuji, who immediately just let the hand hug the smaller boy.
Ryoma stumbled closer again, having Fuji's equally dominant arms tightening around him. Finally giving in, the younger boy crushed his lips on the older one's. A smile formed on Fuji's lips and he deepend the kiss once more.
Ryoma yelped into his boyfriend's mouth feeling that same mischievious hand sneak down his chest and then grab his belt, along with both pants he was wearing. Fuji smiled, where helaid under the flushed look of the other boy.
"Do you want to go further?" he then murmured, the fingers gently pressing against the length through clothes that only added the pressure. Ryoma's mouth fell open, but no words came out.
Fuji supported himself up, half leaning against the wall behind him and the pillows under him.
Instead of answering Ryoma just moved in to a new kiss, not wanting to let Fuji know how insecure he was actually starting to feel. Fuji answered happily, letting his arms rest at his sides.
The tensai had seen through his boyfriend long ago, probably before the smaller boy did himself. Fuji knew Ryoma was a little scared, and Fuji decided to do something about that.
And so older boy left all dominance to the younger one. Ryoma was a bit surprised to find Fuji give him the dominance and he slowly and almost shyly planted kisses down the pale neck, the way he had always felt Fuji do it.
Soft moans escaped the tensai's lips, making Ryoma blush since it was him causing the older boy to sound the way he did. He kept going anyway, and for the first time in the history of their relationship Ryoma wished that Fuji would turn the tables soon and take over.
He wanted to be good enough for him, and please the tensai, but this would be the only event Ryoma couldn't rise above Fuji's expectationsimmediately and surprise his boyfriend. This would take time even for him to learn and adjust to.
Almost shaking hands unbuttoned the last buttons of Fuji's shirt, revealing the muscular chest to the world. Or their bedroom at least.
With cheeks heating up Ryoma continued to undo the school belt next and carefully draw down the zipper, revealing white boxers.
Fuji quirked his head to one side, light brown bangs following his every movement and Ryoma missed his cap, that he would once again have drawn all the way over his face. Staring at the bulge inside his senpai's pants Ryoma decided he did not want to go down on him right now, and he started to think of a way to escape the situation.
He found none.
Hesitating, Ryoma wondered if it would be better if Fuji just found out already about his insecurity, since this was getting way more embarrassing for the youngest of the two tennis geniuses.
"Ah, aren't you wearing too much as well?" Fuji's voice then saved him…or did it? It could also have been a bad thing.
Ryoma instinctly moved his gaze down to his own clothes. Removing his hands from the tensai's hips, he slowly started undoing his own shirt.
Fuji just smiled as he lifted his hands and helped with the unbuttoning.
Soon Ryoma's shirt hang as loosely on him, as Fuji's did. The smaller boy's gaze fell at Fuji's hand, that for some reason had been poking him when undressing him, noticing the forgotten pencil still in Fuji's hands.
"Ryoma-kun." Fuji's soft voice came again and Ryoma couldn't move his gaze from the pencil, since he had no where else to stare.
"Hai." was the absent reply moments later.
Fuji beamed another smile. "Ryoma, love,-" Ryoma gave him an almost annoyed stare, suddenly finding it not so difficult to look at the tensai. "Don't you want to play the seme anymore?"
Ryoma blinked confused. He had never wanted to play the seme, well not yet atleast.
"Mada mada?" Fuji guessed and Ryoma shot him a death glare, snatching the pencil out of the other boy's hand and without a word getting up from the bed. One almost bare back faced his senpai, who was now sitting on the bedside.
Ryoma heard an object fall to the floor behind him, and based on the soft sound it was probably Fuji's shirt. It was so typical of Fuji to just continueon hisgame.
"I should really continue on-" was all Ryoma had time to say, before strong arms had swung him up in the air and the smaller boy fell in place over one shoulder. The pencil fell to the floor, totally forgotten by both this time.
All the boy could see, hanging slightly upside down, was the back of the loose pants, revealing once more white boxers. Ryoma took a desperate hold on Fuji's bare back in front of him, as if he was hanging onto it for his dear life. His skin grew hot at the feeling of the smooth skin he was pressed against.
Fuji took the smaller boy on a little tour around in the room on his shoulder, and the tensai first made his way to the door and locked it. It was a lock Fuji had installed there himself, tired of all the times being interrupted.
Next up was the window by the table and Fuji drew down the curtains, making it more cozy in the still quite light room. And finally to the table itself, showing the school books down from the table and placing Ryoma to sit downin front of him for a while.
Fuji had never seen the boy this flushed and at the same time so irritated before, and he placed a finger over the slightly open mouth.
"Now I don't want to hear one more thing about homework or practice. Practice was cancelled, we have practice first 3 days from now."
Ryoma swallowed, golden eyes gazing now opened blue. "As for homework…" Fuji smiled. "Well, something came up." Ryoma's eyes widened at his statement. It wasn't like Fuji to ignore responsibilities like that. The fingerleft his lipsand was replaced by Fuji's lips instead.
Hands travelled down his back, not stopping by the belt and Ryoma gave a protesting moan. The older boy broke the long kiss, forehead leaning against his boyfriend's and his breath sweeping over the smaller boy.
"Hmm, I knew you'd come around." Fuji smiled, refering to the way Ryoma was holding onto him.
"A little sure of yourself, aren't you?" the mocking answer then came, tellingFuji that Ryoma was starting to recover from the shock based on the snarky remarks.
"Guess whom I've gotten that from." Fuji then threw a sarcastic reply back, placing a soft kiss on the grumpy boy's nose.
He gave Ryoma a couple of seconds to consider his last comeback, before pushing the smaller boy down on the table. Some more objects came crushing down to the floor, not that either of them really cared.
Fuji's lips were immediately back on the other boy's, and Ryoma opened his mouth, only happy Fuji had shut up finally. The same tongue to form such provoking words was now dancing against his, in the only sense of dancing Ryoma would ever even consider doing.
Fuji's hands worked on undoing the pants of the younger boy and pulled them then off and threw them somewhere across the room.
Wrapping the smaller boy's legs around his waist, he lifted his boyfriend up from the table. Ryoma ended up sitting slightly higher than what the tensai was tall in the embrace.
That was actually the only thing Ryoma had time to notice before feeling the cool sheets under him. That and how his shirt suddenly was gloriously missing.
Silently the boy was wondering how his boyfriend could be so talented and act so…experienced, but then again Fuji was the one to almost drag him into a sex shop to buy the Gods only knew what, and is otherwise as well just a plain mystery.
Playful blue eyes stared into Ryoma's for a while.
"It'll be fun to see, when I can really get you to do this." Fuji quietly whispered before sealing their lips quickly and then making his way down Ryoma's body, kissing everything that came in his way.
Ryoma felt his body heat up, as Fuji's warm breath lingered against him through his unremoved boxers.
The smaller boy twitched, making the tensai take a firm grip on his left hip and then teasingly slow take of the last piece of clothing he wore.
A blush spread practically all over his body and Ryoma shut his eyes.
Ryoma never knew he could feel embarrassed before he knew Fuji, now all he knew was nothing else than the same person's lips devouring him, making his breathing become faster and his body move on its own accord.
How ever he hated to admit it, it was more enjoyable to have his crazy boyfriend do things for him than to try to be the one dominating. Ryoma felt how he was, however strange it may sound, relaxed and just valued the pleasure and the moment given to him.
Feeling the back of Fuji's throat, Ryoma arched up in a moan almost as loud as a shout, trying to get even closer than it was possible. The smaller boy felt his body began to shake slightly as Fuji's mouth once more moved away only to capture him fully again.
Ryoma winced at the new pleasure he was experiencing, looking like he had just been in the shower. Short words like "please" and "Fuji" started to run freely out of him, and his left hand gripped the light brown hair almost as fiercly as he grabbed his rackets.
Fuji didn't jerk to how sometimes painfully the other boy pulled his hair. He just calmly took the time to slow down the movements of his tongue and mouth, only causing Ryoma to get a little more impatient.
The tensai needed both of his hands to keep the smaller boy in place under him, so that he wouldn't chokebecause ofthe thrusts Ryoma wanted to subconsciously resort to.
Heteased his smaller boyfriend just a little moreby going slower for a while, since it would only guarantee to give the boy a better reward in the end, and Fuji did want to make Ryoma feel good.
Fuji could leave the more tormented methods he learned about to later, along with some other ideas he had come up with. Ryoma wasn't quite ready for that yet, and Fuji himself also prefered to start out slower.
"Fuji." Ryoma's voice came almost in a breathless whisper, but the tensai just continued to gently cherish the younger boy. Ryoma sucked in some more air, all the time trying to keep his breathing somewhat steady, but the further Fuji kept going the harder it got. And in both meanings of the previous word.
Just when the smaller boy thought he would lose control over himself, he suddenly felt Fuji insert more power and speed into his work. Moans escaped Ryoma's lips, which the boy tried to press together to keep as quiet as he could.
Fuji's face turned into a small smile, hearing his boyfriend's struggles. That was just too cute! He felt the hand in his hair grip tighter and practically push his head lower till the point it hurt.
The tensai breathed once deeply through his nose, before holding his breath in order not to choke when the other boy came deep inside his mouth. Slowly the hand in his hair lost of its power and fell to the younger boy's side.
Ryoma realized just now how firmly he had held onto his boyfriend and a sting of guilt stroke him. Fuji sat up, eyes roaming over the exhausted body in front of him up to the flushed face and the golden eyes.
The brown locks hanged messily over the older boy's eyes, and Ryoma didn't dare to move under the gaze. A soft chuckle then interrupted the silence, during which only the unsteady breaths had been heard.
Fuji bent down to kiss the sweaty forehead. "Don't worry, Ryoma."
The golden eyes blinked, before showing a trace of the typical mada mada dane-attitude. "Who said I'm worried?"
Fuji smiled warmly. "I just did."
The best option around Fuji was usually just to stay silent, so Ryoma did.And when hedidn't reply Fuji started to remove his ownpants and threw them in a pile on the floor, almost hitting the sleeping cat.
Placing his gaze back on the smaller boy, Fuji noted he had never seen the boy blush this hard before.
Eyes widened, seeing Fuji open the drawer to the bedtable and starting to search for something there, and the boy was interested in knowing what on earth Fuji could want from there. There wasn't anything except for a book, griptape, some handkerchieves and maybe-
'A bottle of some kind, condoms and…are those handcuffs?'
Fuji turned a smiling face his way. "Ah, see Ryoma, I told you I was prepared so we can go tomorrow or on Sunday just as well."
"Where did you get those?" Ryoma muttered, thinking it wasn't fair his boyfriend had to be a perverted tormentor.
"I was trying to take you there today, but you had too much homework." Fuji said, still smiling.
Ryoma sat up in a start. "You are not saying you've actually been there!"
Fuji would've beamed a smile, if he wasn't wearing such a perfect one for this situation already. "Of course I have. The man there was really nice. He asked me out but I told him I'm already in a serious relationship."
Ryoma muttered something unsuitable about the last sentence about being seriously involved.
"It was a really nice place." Fuji then said, advancing closer, and Ryoma gave him a suspicious look. "They had toys for both straight and gay people, we should really go there someday."
"I'll pass." the smaller boy muttered, but Fuji didn't seem to be listening.
"Maybe we can find something tennis related for you." the tensai murmured, kissing the right ear of the boy.
"Fuji-senpai!"
Fuji just gave an amused chuckle."Saa, maybe I'll just have to get it myself. It might be one of the things you'll find under the Christmas tree on your birthday."
Ryoma shrugged, not wanting to know what else he would find.
Fuji gave a sigh. "I wish it was Christmas soon."
The younger boy looked at him, wondering if Fuji had forgotten about the now. The tensai turned his smiling face back to Ryoma for a while, before leaning in to kiss him.
"Mmm, good things are always worth waiting for, ne?" Fuji then softly said, taking a hold on Ryoma's waist and gently placing the boy back to rest on the bed.
Confused eyes looked up at the tensai. "A-ah, Fuji, am I really supposed to…" Ryoma started and Fuji let his head fall to one side, waiting for the rest of the question. "…be on my back?"
Fuji opened two blue orbs, for once being neither threatening or scary. "Hai, don't worry."
After removing his boxers Fuji fetched the lube, or Ryoma's so-called bottle, and a condom and came back to sit in front of the other boy.
"You know you don't have to, if you don't want to." the older boy then assured, blue eyes staring into golden. "I can wait."
Ryoma returned the stare for a while, seriously considering not to answer at all, but Fuji wouldn't move until he did.
"Betsuni." was the short mumble then, and Fuji beamed a smile, leaning in tokiss Ryoma's lips with his.
When the kiss broke, the tensai pulled apart, placing the condom on himself and pouring a little of the lube to rub it on.
"Wait." he suddenly heard Ryoma's voice say. Fuji locked eyes with the younger boy again, and Ryoma could almost see anxiousness in those deep blue. "If you tell my father, or anyone else for what matters, you'll be sleeping in your own bed alone !"
Fuji gave a soft laughter. "I promise. No details."
Ryoma jerked, not wanting Fuji to escape. "No nothing! Are we clear?"
Fuji lifted one of Ryoma's legs and placed them over his shoulder. "Of course not." the sweet voice said, and Ryoma let the subject drop, though the realist in him doubted very strongly what was just promised to him.
"Try to relax." Fuji's suddenly serious, but still comforting voice said. Ryoma bit his lip as he felt throbbing pain increase fast inside his body.
The only thing Ryoma knew about gay sex and first time was that it would get better, and he kept holding on to that as he was being further and further stretched.
"Fu-Fuji." he then breathed and Fuji gave him a soft "shh" placing his lips on Ryoma's. In an attempt to make the other boy forget about the pain, Fuji deepened the kiss and ran a caressing tongue against the rather stiff one.
Ryoma tried once more to relax his muscles and Fuji was starting to slide in and out of him a little better already. Once most of the pain was starting to ease, the tensai could feel Ryoma respond to his kiss more.
Carefully Fuji placed the other leg also over his shoulder and then gently fastened the motion, stopping everytime the younger boy showed an expression of pain, since Ryoma tended to be able to hide most of it.
Golden eyes were slightly drowned in tearful eyes, and his blurry vision saw the muscular chest rise before him and then Fuji fall to almost eyecontact with him again. Ryoma wanted to blink and look away everytime it happened, blaming his eyes for telling Fuji how much he could only take.
Fuji let one hand free itself from his current position, to start pleasing the length of his boyfriend. It was atleast certain to take the younger boy's mind of any possible pain.
Although feeling incredibly sore Ryoma could feel the pain almost leaving totally, and not only due to Fuji's effectful distraction.
First then he dared to look Fuji in the eyes, showing the tensai he could go faster now, but Fuji's rhythm never increased to reallyfast and soon he could feel himself being pushed over the edge.
Shaking slightly he felt Fuji thrust a couple of times more, before letting out a loud moan, hand giving under the pressure and Fuji let his body rest upon the boy's beneath him.
Ryoma felt the hot breath on his neck, sending shivers all over him. In his head he could still hear the sound Fuji had made when he came and Ryoma carefully wrapped arms around his boyfriend's back.
Fuji turned his head to lean against the smaller boy'sneck, and the sweaty brown hair tangled on his face. Tired arms slowly circled around Ryoma's body, hugging him tightly.
"That was nice, Ryoma." Fuji mumbled into the neck, raising his head to kiss the head then. The older boy turned over to his side and gazed the younger one. "Are you alright?"
Ryoma returned the gaze. "Hai."
Fuji chuckled softly, stroking some black hair behind a red ear. "That's good then."
Ryoma gave a sigh and closed his eyes to hopefully get some sleep, or atleast have Fuji believe he was asleep…not that that ever worked.
"And Ryoma?" Fuji's voice then came and Ryoma answered in a low grunt. "You were fine. That was what you weren't supposed to worry about."
Ryoma opened his eyes again, maybe a little too fast in his own opinion, only to be rewarded with a smile. Instead of saying anything else, Fuji just laid down and clinged onto the other boy, warming him with his bodyheat.
Once Ryoma made sure Fuji really was asleep, he broke out a small smile.
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"Ryoma. Ryoma." Fuji's familiar voice whispered into his ear.
"What now?" came the grumpy answer. Fuji pecked a soft kiss on the shut eye.
"We have to go to school. We'll be late."
Ryoma turned in the bed, a sudden pain shooting through him. "Call me in sick."
The unexpected answer surprised even the tensai, who hadn't missed the quick painful expression on the younger boy's face.
"Saa, I guess a day off would be good for both of us." Fuji then replied and Ryoma pulled the blanket back up, hearing departing footsteps.
'Wait! Both of us!'
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"Ryoma, love, I called the school." Fuji whispered into the smaller boy's ear, pressing soft lips on it. The other boy groaned and moved under the blankets, including his senpai's weight. Fuji had just disturbed him in the middle of falling asleep.
"Now we are alone, and we have the whole day..." the tensai then continued and Ryoma gave another groan, sounding more frustrated than the first one.
"Alone?" Ryoma's eyes flew open and he managed to sit up in the bed. Fuji sat down in front of him.
"Hai, alone. Your cousin is at school and your mother dragged your father out." the innocent reply was.
Great! Just great! The younger boy shot a suspicious glare at the smiling boy.
"What are you getting at?" Ryoma asked straight forward.
Fuji just beamed a smile, that looked more like a smirk in Ryoma's opinion and leaned forward to give the boy a morning kiss.
It wasn't a normal sweet kiss, since the tensai kept deepening it everytime Ryoma tried to pull apart. Ryoma groaned for the third time at least that same morning. He knew it! It was a smirk. Fuji was already up with a new scheme of somekind.
When Ryoma then finally got to broke the extremely long morning kiss, he tucked himself back down under the covers. Fuji beamed a smile, clearing his throat then.
"I'm going to make us some breakfast. You wanna come downstairs with me or should I bring it to bed?"
"I'm not hungry." was the short reply.
"Saa, I'll be downstairs then." Fuji said, and Ryoma felt how the weight on the bed lifted.
As the door closed to his room, Ryoma turned to find a better position, without luck. Great, Fuji had made him totally awake.
With a sigh the boy got up, thinking he might as well do the unfinished homework now, since he would have to do it sooner or later anyway.
As he sat down by the table, the young boy noticed how everything they had dropped to the floor yesterday, was now neatly placed back on the table. The room was cleaned.
Ryoma opened the notebook and grabbed the pencil from last night to scribble down on the notes, when he noticed that his unfinished homework was strangely finished.
'Fuji.'
Not so strange were the other extra notes he found about him and a certain boyfriend. Ryoma sighed in annoyance, reading through the thoughts the tensai had wrote down this time.
The boy stopped at one place, mumbling it out loud. "I have to be careful, you catch up really fast...proven last night, ne Ryoma, I'll be waiting for a rematch again tonight." A heart. "Reminded me of when I played you on the court as well. I sort of like to think of that time the way we met, since that was when I fell for you."
Ryoma sat still for a while. This was all written and meant for him to read in school in the middle of class. Although Fuji had wrote this in order to make him uncomfortable, Ryoma couldn't help feeling this was the tensai's way of telling him the stuff that he otherwise just couldn't, especially with Ryoma acting testy whenever Fuji tried to.
The smell of breakfast started to reach his room and Ryoma slowly got up from the chair. Refusing how sore his body was feeling he made his way down the stairs to one surprised Fuji Syusuke.
"I think I'm a bit hungry after all." Ryoma then mumbled taking a seat by the table. Fuji showed a true smile, bringing him some breakfast.
"Saa, that's good because I did enough for you as well." the widely smiling boy replied and sat down next to his boyfriend, serving him the food. Ryoma just gave an almost invisable nod, opening his mouth to taste the as usually spicy food.
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A/N notes: that was it, sorry for this chapter being the longest, but I didn't know where to cut it off XP
I wouldn't have wanted to cut the story at all into chapters, but it was so long I figured it's easier to read and so. Please R&R!