Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Note: Part 2 of 5 from the Five Senses Arc.
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by Ryuuza
"Nngh," said Ryoma.
"What was that, Ryoma-kun?" asked Nanako pleasantly.
Ryoma arched as a warm hand slid along his upper thigh. "Ah, I—probably won't be home 'til lunch," he said into the phone, twisting around to glare at his boyfriend. "Or maybe later."
Fuji smiled innocently at him and lowered his head to drop a soft kiss on the back of Ryoma's neck.
"Oh, that's fine. Are you having fun at Fuji-san's?"
"Um." An arm snaked around his middle and tugged him backwards, stumbling across the futon into Fuji. "Ye-ess," he hissed as Fuji's hand fondled him unrepentantly. Those slender fingers stroked gently, knowingly, and made Ryoma shudder. "I—I have to go," he stuttered. Fuji rocked his hips forward and Ryoma moaned.
"Oh! Wait, Ryoma-kun, is Fuji-san coming over for dinner?"
"Nngh," repeated Ryoma, his grip on the phone white-knuckled as Fuji slipped the hand not between Ryoma's legs under the thin T-shirt the younger boy had on. "I, um, god…" He panted, losing focus on the conversation.
Fuji brought his mouth close to Ryoma's ear, breaths soft and warm. "Answer your cousin, Ryoma," he whispered, his hands moving rhythmically in time with his thrusts. "It's rude to leave her hanging, ne?"
Ryoma squirmed in his arms. "Ah," he moaned, torn between hanging up, hitting Fuji, or just giving into the teasing that was sending his coherency spiraling out of control. "I think so," he gasped into the phone, hoping his answer made some sort of sense.
Nanako sounded thrilled. "That's wonderful!" she exclaimed happily. "I'll be sure to cook something appropriate."
"That's…nice," Ryoma said, eyes crossing when Fuji pinched his nipple. He bit his lip to forestall another low moan. "Fuji," he hissed under his breath. He couldn't do this. He was on the phone with his cousin; he couldn't deal with his sadistic boyfriend and his exhibitionist streak right now! Ryoma couldn't let Nanako figure out what was going on right now or she'd let it slip to Nanjiroh and God knew what his baka oyaji would do then.
He groaned at the mere thought.
"Saa, saa…"
"Do you know what his favorite food is?"
"Stop it!" he demanded, even as his hips bucked involuntarily into Fuji's hand. His head was spinning and it was hot, so hot…he could feel the blood pounding in his veins and the familiar tension coiling up in his stomach. His breaths came faster, his free hand clutching at Fuji's thigh. Oh god…
"Ryoma-kun?"
Fuji stroked him again, accompanying the caress with a nip at the tender skin under his jaw. "Wasabi rolls!" he blurted out, and came. He slumped back against his boyfriend, shudders still wracking his body.
"…really?" Nanako sounded doubtful. "Ah…well, I can make a few, I'm sure. He doesn't have anything against fish, does he?"
"I like fish," Fuji commented thoughtfully, licking his fingers. He smiled down at Ryoma, who was too exhausted to do anything but glare at him. "They wriggle and flop around quite nicely."
Ryoma's expression darkened. "Fuji," he said, scowling.
"Hm?" His cousin sounded confused. "Ryoma-kun?"
"Fuji-senpai likes fish fine," he said bluntly. "I have to go. Bye." He turned the phone off and dropped it onto the mess of blankets tangled on the futon. Then he resumed glaring at Fuji.
Fuji returned his gloom with a sunny smile.
"…That. Was. Not. Necessary," Ryoma muttered, golden eyes narrowed.
"Saa, I thought it was fun."
"…I'm never sleeping over again."
Fuji opened his eyes. "Don't say that, Ryoma," he chided, pressing Ryoma onto his back and straddling him. "That's not very fair of you. Don't I deserve a good boyfriend too?"
The younger boy continued glaring at him. "What makes you think you're a good boyfriend?"
"Well…" said Fuji, smirking and trailing a finger across Ryoma's stomach, "I make sure you enjoy yourself, don't I?"
Ryoma thought about this for a moment. "Not while I'm talking to my cousin," he said at last, and then he lunged, flipping them over until he was on top of Fuji. His grin was triumphant…and a shade evil. "You had your fun, senpai. Now it's my turn."
To go: Taste, Hear, Smell, Sight, Touch
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