Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Ha, short and to the point ne? And I don't own the title, that's Relient K's!

Author's note: ...only PoT story I've written thus far suitable for Also, I'm trying to put something on this account that wasn't started when I was in 8th grade XD Also, I need a beta! Who wants to be it? puppydog eyes

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Momo pursed his lips together, grimacing as some metallic blood washed over his tounge and down his throat. He decided to blame the sun. Yes, damn you sun! And Tezuka-buchou for having made them stay in that cursed heat so long.

His tounge darted out, trying desperatly to bring some moisture to his horribly chapped lips.

"Momo-sempai, they're just going to get worse if you keep licking them." Ryoma said, digging through his tennis bag.

"I know, but they really hurt."

"Here, use this." Ryoma handed him a tiny white plastic pot with a bright yellow lid.

"Carmex?" Momo asked, unscrewing the lid hesitantly. He dipped his finger in, coating the pad of his fingertip. He brought it up to his nose and sniffed. "Gross! It smells like a hospital!"

Whatever. You don't have to use it, I just figured you would want to fix your lips. After all, who would want to kiss someone with bloody chapped lips?" Ryoma questioned. Momo paled, then smeared the pale yellow goo over his lips in a thin, even coat. His lips immediatly felt better, and yet...

"Son of a bitch! It burns!" Momo fanned his lips with his hand in an effort to cool them down.

"Rub your lips together." Ryoma instructed. Momo did, and the heat gently subsided.

"That sucked! Why didn't you warn me that stuff was that bad?"

"Because then you would have stubbornly refused to use it and complain about your lips for the rest of the week."

"It keeps getting on my teeth!" Momo whined, wiping some slickness off of his front teeth. Ryoma rolled his eyes.

"Do what I do." he said. He held up his left hand, folding all of his fingers except his pointer. Momo did the same, a puzzled look etched on his face.

"How is this supposed to -" his voice trailed off when Ryoma put his finger into his mouth, then slowly slid it out.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he remembered how to speak.

"What the hell good is that supposed to do?" he yelled, face bright red. Ryoma rolled his eyes yet again. He seemed to do that a lot around Momo-sempai.

"Just do it." he said. Momo blushed and did as he was told. When he finished, he ran his tounge along the inside of his lips.

"Hey, it actually worked!" Momo was astonished.

"Of course it did." Ryoma was a smartass.

Momo pulled Ryoma close, intending to thank him properly for the relief the smaller boy had provided from his horrible lips. However, he was pushed away when he leant in for his kiss.

"Your lips are still chapped."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Momo whimpered pathetically. Ryoma shook his head. He placed the carmex in Momo'ss hand and closed the older boy's long fingers around it.

"Use this every time your lips get dry." He kissed Momo's cheek and swatted his behind lightly. "Now get home, your parents are probably wondering what's taking you so long.

"All right, but you better find a good way to keep my mind occupied from wanting to kiss you, Nurse Ryoma."

His hand passed over Ryoma's hip suggestivly as he pulled away. He hopped on his bike and rode away with a 'see ya later Ryoma.'

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