100 Percent – At the Cabin

Wow, thanks for all the reviews! Okay, this chapter is fluff & giggles. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis

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Chapter 4

The cabin was small, but cozy. Eiji barreled through the front door, zipping around into every nook and cranny before the other members even had a chance to get inside.

"It's a three bedroom, but the rooms are really small, so we'll be cramped together," Momo said to Inui as they dropped their bags in the main living room.

"Nya, nya! This is the Kikumaru-Oishi suite, Golden Pair hoi!"

"There are nine of us Eiji, that means three per room," Momo sighed, seeing Eiji standing in the doorway of the first room with his arms blocking the entrance.

"Fsshh…" Kaidoh ignored Eiji and walked into the third room.

"It seems everyone is claiming their room," Fuji said, poking his head past Eiji's arm to see that the room the acrobatic player had claimed was indeed small. Cozy for two, Fuji smiled.

Tezuka peered into the second bedroom. "This one is ample sized."

Slinking over to Tezuka, Fuji assessed the choice and agreed. "Shall we?"

Sleeping in the same room with Tezuka would be both a blessing and a curse. Luckily, Fuji didn't believe in curses.

Just as they were going to walk into the bedroom, Ryoma slid between them, entering first. He dropped his bag in the center of the room and stretched his arms over his head.

Fuji looked at Tezuka. "Seems we have a roommate."

"Echizen! Where you at?" Momo stuck his head inside the door, finding Fuji and Tezuka unpacking while Ryoma stared out the small window.

"Eh? Momo sempai." Ryoma turned around.

"You're sleeping in here?" Momo pouted. "How did I end up with Kaidoh?" He whined.

"Stay in the other room," Tezuka said.

"The Golden Pair Love Suite? No thanks," Momo said with a hint of drama.

Tezuka's eyes widened, but he said nothing. He choose to ignore the romantic vibes swelling between Oishi and Kikumaru most of the time, but there were times, like now, that he couldn't avoid it and was at a complete loss for words.

"Eiji is still staking his territory?" Fuji asked, bemused.

Momo sighed and put his hands on his hips, imitating Eiji. "'We need our space so we can stay in synch.' That brat just wants to jump him. Get ready for the Golden Pair shake tonight boys!"

Tezuka nearly choked on his own breath as he tried to hold back a gasp.

Ryoma gave a half smile. "You can stay in here Momo sempai."

Momo crossed his arms over his chest, acting a little defiant. "No, no. I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. It's a tight enough fit in here as it is already."

You have no idea, Fuji thought, pulling out his swim trunks. "Tezuka, want to swim before lunch?"

"Yes." Tezuka had his trunks in his hand too, thinking the same thing.

"Oi, buchou-tensai synch," Momo joked, "hear that Eiji!" He yelled loud enough for Kikumaru to hear him. "Tezuka and Fuji have synch too!" Momo was already out the door, off to pester Eiji again.

Fuji chuckled and pulled off his t-shirt. "Good thing they got a room, eh Echizen?"

Showing his bare chest, Fuji found all eyes on him. He rubbed his shoulder, drawing out the length of his torso in the process. Even if Tezuka was afraid to do anything about their mutual attraction, that wasn't going to stop Fuji from teasing him and hopefully seducing him.

And it was working, Tezuka's gaze held steady, as if entranced by Fuji's form. Turning his head, Fuji found Ryoma openly staring at him as well. It was strange how those two were so alike, rather creepy actually. Echizen was a smaller, supped up version of Tezuka, upgraded with double the arrogance and a set of fuzzy dice named Momo hanging on him like a tacky ornament.

Fuji wondered what kind of accessory he was to Tezuka. Hmm, soft leather seats, he concluded, because he constantly thought about being underneath Tezuka. The thought brought a twinkle to his eye. He did love buchou's ass.

Fuji glided to the door and shut it, feeling their eyes on his bare back. He may be slender, but he prided himself on his muscle tone. Yuuta had told him once that he looked like a girl from the back, and ever since, Fuji had contemplated how that could work to his advantage.

Hooking his thumbs in his waistband, he paused before he lowered his pants. "Hmm. So you both really are going to watch me change." His statement was pleasant and soft, meant to jar them back into reality. Tezuka blushed and looked away while Ryoma shrugged.

"Seen it all before," Ryoma said. He glanced at Tezuka then turned back to the window.

Fuji slipped his pants down, enjoying that he stood completely naked in front of Tezuka, though his friend refused to look up. Wiggling into his trunks, Fuji searched for his towel and flip flops quietly then went to the door. "I'll meet you out front."

Tezuka nodded, obviously embarrassed and needing privacy to change.

Fuji shut the door behind him, leaving Tezuka to fend for himself under Ryoma's intense gaze.

He waited in the living room, smiling when Ryoma suddenly came out of the room, muttering to himself about seeing it all in the locker room anyway, so what was the big deal. The door whizzed shut behind him with a loud thud. Tezuka came out a few minutes later in his trunks and a t-shirt with a towel slung over his shoulder.

His cheeks were still pink. Fuji adored the look and smiled. "Ready?"

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Fuji finds out if Inui has a plan for him… and we get some dish on who Ryoma likes in the next chapter. ;)

A/N: I've already written the next few chapters and will post them as I finish editing them. And I've actually written the ending already – now I just have to fill in the rest. :)