Ch 11 Tip of a Pen
Fuji sighed.
He never liked it when Leanne looks at him like he was some kind of a murderer. It just feels weird and intimidating, and in most cases, scary.
"Just say it, will you?" Fuji said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.
Leanne smirked.
"So how was it?" she asked.
Fuji grunted. If there's one thing he wouldn't want to talk about with his editor, that would be his sex life.
"You said you needed things for the article. You have it now, so I'm free to go right?"
"Cut it out Fuji." Leanne said in annoyance. "This situation makes me very uncomfortable." she continued.
Fuji frowned.
"It's you who broke up with him." he said.
"But it doesn't give you the right to just throw yourself at him, given that we're no longer going out. " she retorted.
The tensai looked at her editor in disbelief.
"If I want to have sex with him, I'll do it. You're not in any position to tell me when and who I'm supposed to be with on bed. I understand you're just concerned. But this is my private life. I want to do this my own way." he said.
Leanne chose to stay silent.
"I'll go now. Just call me if you need something else." Fuji said as he stood up, and grabbed his suitcase.
Just as he was about to head out for the door, Leanne called out for him with a curious smile.
"Just tell me." she urged.
"About what?"
Leanne crossed her arms in front of her and pretended to be in thought, though Fuji was well aware that she has been planning to ask him 'that' question from the start.
"Leanne.."
His editor walked closer to him and leaned on the wall just before the door.
"How was he on bed?" she asked with a glimmer.
Fuji rolled his eyes, expecting the question.
"Hmmm….Nice question."
"That's not an answer."
Fuji sighed.
"Promise me this is off the record."
Leanne smiled.
"Sure."
"The best." he answered.
Leanne frowned. "He's you're first. So he's naturally the best. I'm asking of how. C'mon, give me the whole package."
Fuji examined Leanne's features, and decided that he has to give her what she wants if he wants to get out of her grasp.
"Well….. let's just say, he gives mind-blowing kisses and blow jobs, plus those heavenly thrusts which drives you crazy. And of course, let's not forget the godly groans and touches. All in all, he feels like heaven itself." Fuji said.
He took note of Leanne's amazed expression after he heard her say 'Wow'.
"Blow jobs, huh?" she teased with a grin. "So….did I disturb something earlier,then?" she added with a wink.
Fuji stared at his editor. He was being teased, and she knew he loves it. Worse, Leanne's line of questioning brings back memories of the earlier scene inside Tezuka's car. And it makes him feel horny. Again.
"All I know is I need to go and continue with whatever business we had." Fuji said with a smile.
Leanne understood it.
"Good luck." she muttered.
And then, Fuji left.
9 p.m. – Tezuka's apartment
"She asked me earlier how good you are in bed." Fuji said with a smile as he observed Tezuka's reaction carefully.
They were currently lying on the novelist's bed, fully clothed, and enjoying the warmth of each other's company. Fuji wondered if they can call themselves officially lovers. Well, they had sex, yes. But so far that was all to it. There was that confession though. A one-sided confession he was forced to initiate for the sake of Tezuka's satisfaction. Other than that, nothing more.
In as much as Fuji wanted to hear how Tezuka felt for him, he couldn't bring himself to ask the question, apparently afraid of rejection and pain.
If he could stay as close as this to the one he loves, then he thought the question could wait. Until when, he wasn't so sure. He's not really in the mood to think about such things.
"And?"
Fuji snuggled closer to the other guy.
"And I told her what she wanted to know." he said.
Tezuka didn't say anything, and Fuji got a bit disappointed. He was actually expecting him to ride along with his teasing. He was up to that now. He very well knew how Tezuka easily loses his control when faced with his deliberate seduction, and he was expecting this moment to be the starting point of what was about to happen that night.
Yet Tezuka chose silence.
Finding their situation a bit awkward and boring, Fuji stood up and sighed. Well, seduction does work. Though not at all times. Today just happened to be one of the latter, despite the heated experience they had earlier on the other's car. Frustrating.
"I have to go back. Tomorrow's going to be very busy." he simply say as a way of dismissing himself.
Still Tezuka didn't say anything.
And Fuji's starting to wonder what he did to deserve the deafening silence coming from Tezuka. This was so unfair.
He shrugged as he went for the door. Perhaps Tezuka was on a totally different dimension, thinking of a new plot for his next novel. Fuji knew authors sometimes have the tendency to drift off from reality and ignore what's going on around them. He pulled the door open and glanced back at Tezuka, who was there, staring at the ceiling as if seeing something of importance in there.
A ceiling that is more important than Fuji? Silly. Others may not have recognized, but Fuji hated it when he's compared with a non-living thing. Because honestly, who would want to be compared to a thing?
Before he finally left, he went back to bed, and kissed Tezuka straight on the lips. Gentle but demanding.
"Fuji.." Tezuka 'finally' muttered after Fuji pulled away.
The tensai winked at him before marching outside Tezuka's house.
Sex can wait.
Right now, he had articles to write, and deadlines to catch. And with that, Fuji went back to work.
Author's note:
A horny Fuji always thinks too much about stuffs..
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