Disclaimer: No, I don't own PoT. Yes, I wish I did. But then again, who doesn't? Actually, I've got a few friends who hate this anime (Gasp!) so I guess they wouldn't want to own it… Anyways, on with the story!

Ch. 2

"Um, are you sure about this?" Eiji stared uncertainly at Fuji. "I feel kind of bad about it. I mean, what if he catches a cold or something?" Fuji just smiled. "Would you rather I do it to you?" he asked innocently. Muttering, Eiji subsided. He should have known he couldn't win against Fuji.

"Echizen, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ryoma looked up, surprised to see Oishi standing there. They'd just finished practice, and most of the regulars had left already. For some reason, the normally calm Oishi seemed to be really nervous, shifting restlessly from side to side. Something was evidently wrong. Ryoma looked questioningly at Momo, who shrugged and went back to his manga. Sighing, Ryoma stood and followed Oishi out of the tennis changeroom.

Eiji watched carefully from his vantage point on top of the changeroom roof. Oishi was going to come out first, and then right behind him…

As soon as the familiar white cap behind Oishi was visible, Eiji let fly.

"Aarrgh!" As ice-cold water splashed all over Ryoma, he yelled in surprise and shock. Disgusted, he looked down at himself. He was entirely drenched with water- thank goodness it was after school, he reflected, else he wouldn't be able to change into dry clothes. Oishi had turned around at the yell, and immediately put on a worried face. "Oh, Echizen, are you all right? You better go inside and change, I can talk to you some other time." Before Ryoma could respond, Oishi had spun him around and pushed him firmly back into the changeroom.

Momo looked up as he heard the door open, and his manga slid to the floor, forgotten. His mouth went dry as he took in the sight at the door. Good lord, what a sight. Ryoma's wet clothes clung to his body, hiding nothing. Eyes wide, Momo watched as a drop slid down Ryoma's face, rolling down the side of his neck and across the pulse there- unconsciously, Momo moaned softly.

His moan broke the spell. Both of them looked up, startled by the sound. Momo flushed in embarrassment, but for some reason Ryoma turned red as well. Momo stood up quickly, saying something like, "Here, let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold." Ryoma opened his mouth, but then closed it again. Protesting it would seem a bit weird- after all, it wasn't anything Momo hadn't seen before. Ryoma nearly let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Momo's warm hands touched his bare skin as they pulled his shirt off- that water really was cold.

Momo knew this was a bad idea. Stripping Ryoma down like this was driving him mad. As more of Ryoma's skin was revealed, it became harder and harder- ha ha- to stop himself from pouncing on the younger player. The goosebumps on Ryoma's flesh were not helping matters either. And then, they got the shirt fully off, and Momo felt his mouth drop open.

Ryoma stood there, seemingly completely nonchalant about his half-nakedness. His well-toned, yet slim body was incredibly enticing. Momo's eyes followed the path of a single water droplet, watching as it slid down to a small nipple, peaked due to the cold water… Momo had a sudden urge to go over and lick it off.

Momo looked kind of funny with his mouth open like that, Ryoma thought smugly. He had no qualms about his body- he knew he looked good, what with all the training he did for tennis. What he had been scared of was that Momo wouldn't be into guys- but from his expression, Ryoma had nothing to worry about. Now, to see if Momo could be pushed into doing something…

Ryoma began to wriggle out of his shorts, scrutinizing the effects very carefully. Momo was swallowing hard, but unable to turn his eyes away. Ryoma watched Momo's eyes widen as he rolled his hips, under the guise of taking his shorts off. By this time, Ryoma was grinning. Momo wouldn't last long.

Momo wasn't going to be able to stay still much longer. He thanked god for his baggy tennis shorts. "Uh, Ryoma… I think I should go," he managed to say, praying that he would be able to get out before anything else happened.

Ryoma frowned. He hadn't expected Momo to try and run away. "But Momo," he said, his voice taking on a husky tone, "I'm cold! Help me warm up!"

Momo's eyes widened, and he stared in shock at Ryoma. "I… Do you know what you're saying?" he asked slowly. After all, this was coming from Echizen Ryoma, who was known as the most clueless guy on the team. How many girls had tried to win him for themselves… and failed?

Deliberately, Ryoma stepped towards Momo. Leaning in close, he whispered in Momo's ear, "With a dad like mine, could I not?" And when Momo turned to ask another question, Ryoma kissed him full on the lips.

As Momo's lips had already been open, Ryoma's tongue had easy access to Momo's mouth. His tongue slipped over Momo's teeth before sliding deeper into Momo's mouth, tasting Momo and playing with his tongue. Lightly sucking, Ryoma drew soft moans from Momo, and he grinned, pleased with the response.

Softly, Ryoma whispered, "Momo… do you mind this?" He let his hands drift lower, one hand brushing Momo's cock while the other splayed across his tight stomach. Hearing Momo's sharp intake of breath, Ryoma decided he had nothing to worry about once again. As his left hand lazily caressed Momo's balls through the fabric of his shorts, Ryoma slid his right hand higher and started teasing his nipples.

Momo arched, striving to get closer to those fondling hands. Oh, god, this was so much better than anything he'd ever dreamed of- and he'd dreamed a lot about this particular first-year. At the same time, Ryoma slowly let his mouth drift over Momo's jaw, licking and teasing with his lips as he went. Reaching Momo's earlobe, Ryoma nipped lightly, savoring the soft groan of delight that Momo made in response. Experimentally, Ryoma licked just behind Momo's ear, and was rewarded with a much louder moan. He'd found a sensitive spot, thought Ryoma mischievously.

Carefully making his way back down Momo's jaw, Ryoma's lips found themselves at the pulse on Momo's neck. Saucily, his lips parted, and his teeth nipped lightly, and Momo's knees weakened. If Ryoma kept that up, he wasn't going to be able to stand.

Of course, that was what Ryoma was counting on.

Ryoma bit harder, sucking on the pulse at the same time, and Momo's knees collapsed completely, bringing him down to the ground and taking Ryoma with him. Smiling, Ryoma licked the spot to take the sting out, before sitting back and smirking at the results. "Ne, Momo," he said cheerfully, "now your shirt's wet too. Wanna take it off?"

In moments, both of them were naked, and kissing again. Ryoma gripped Momo's cock, and Momo let out a gasp. "Don't stop," he whispered… only to feel Ryoma's hands leave him. Ryoma's voice muttered seductively, "Nobody orders me around. Nobody." Momo let out a slight whimper.

But then, Ryoma bent down, practically lying on the ground now, and Momo sucked in a harsh breath. The smoldering look in the first-year's eyes was killing him, and his own overactive imagination wasn't helping matters at all. The mere thought of what Ryoma was going to do…

Ryoma smirked as Momo's cock pulsed with blood under his gaze. "Well, looks like somebody has a dirty mind," he murmured slyly. Momo felt each breath flutter across his cock, and gasped as even more blood rushed to that organ. He let out a soft moan, unconsciously thrusting his hips closer to Ryoma's parted lips.

Teasingly, Ryoma leaned forwards, and Momo's breath caught. He was going to come the moment Ryoma touched his lips to his cock… but then Ryoma bypassed it completely, instead kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of Momo's thigh. Momo let out a groan of frustration, but Ryoma ignored it, continuing to trail kisses up and down Momo's leg.

"Ryoma…" he panted, but the freshman refused to give in. "I want you to beg," he whispered, licking the joint where Momo's leg met his hip. His cool breath whooshed across the now-damp spot, and Momo shivered slightly. "I won't beg," he said haughtily- but then Ryoma sucked lightly on the back of Momo's knee, and Momo let out a high keening sound. Another sensitive spot.

Ryoma made his way back up Momo's leg, feathering kisses as he went, and Momo felt like a string being pulled taut- he was going to snap any second now…

And then, Ryoma completely passed Momo's cock again, trailing down Momo's other leg, and finally, Momo let out a moaning plea. "Please…" And finally, Ryoma gave in to his own desires as well as Momo's, and took the tip of Momo's cock into his mouth.

Momo's strained cry rang through the empty locker room. Gasping, he flung his head back as he felt Ryoma swirling that talented tongue around the tip of his cock. "God, Ryoma…" he choked out, barely preventing himself from thrusting his hips upwards. Grinning saucily, Ryoma sucked lightly, drawing more moans from Momo.

Momo almost lost control when Ryoma started fondling his balls, kneading them gently while still sucking on his cock. Gritting his teeth, Momo fought hard to keep from coming right into Ryoma's mouth. He was not going to do that to his kohai, he was not…

Ryoma pressed his tongue to the vein on the underside of Momo's cock, and Momo let out a wild cry, jerking his hips back so his cock slid out of Ryoma's mouth even as he came hard. The pearly fluid still managed to spill all over Ryoma, but at least Momo hadn't let go right into Ryoma's… mouth…

While Momo had managed to prevent coming directly in Ryoma's mouth, he had gotten it all over Ryoma instead. He watched as Ryoma's tongue flicked out, tasting a bit of the white stuff near his mouth. Then, he used his hands to wipe himself off, licking his fingers as he went. Momo moaned, feeling himself start to get hard again. While Ryoma was preoccupied, Momo snuck up on him, capturing his lips in a sudden move. Momo could taste himself on Ryoma- god, if that wasn't sexy, he didn't know what was.

He was suddenly painfully aware of Ryoma's erection; Ryoma hadn't had his release yet. Momo started letting his lips trail lower and lower, running across Ryoma's body with feathery kisses. He paused at Ryoma's nipples, licking and nipping lightly at them. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," he murmured, before drawing the entire tight bead into his mouth and listening to Ryoma's desperate cry. "Fuck, Momo…" It was a bit startling to hear swear words drop from the "innocent" first year, but Momo barely gave it another thought as he went lower and lower. His tongue slipped into Ryoma's navel, and they both groaned. Momo lapped enthusiastically at the muscled expanse of Ryoma's abs, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. He loved the taste of the slightly salty skin, which was only complimented by the faint tang of his own come.

He slid even lower. He debated whether to be mean to Ryoma or not, but in the end decided to be nice. Without further pause, he took Ryoma's cock deep into this throat, humming with delight. Ryoma gasped as the vibrations shot through him, and he strained against Momo. "Ah…" Momo sucked harder, taking Ryoma's cock just a bit deeper- Ryoma groaned, trying to buck upwards, but Momo's hands on his hips wouldn't let him. Momo's cheeks were hollowed from the force of his sucking, and Ryoma couldn't bear it for much longer. He tried to thrust up again, crying, "Momo!"

At last, Momo took pity on the first year, and swallowed Ryoma's cock completely. His throat worked against his natural gag reflexes, and the movement drove Ryoma over the edge. He let out a choked cry as he came, clenching his fists in Momo's hair and arching his back. Momo swallowed every drop, smiling, as he tasted Ryoma's essence.

They just lay there for a while afterwards, enjoying the silence. After what they had shared, there wasn't really a need for words. Momo finally got up and started putting on his clothes. A bit awkwardly, he asked, "Hey, Ryoma, do you want to go out for dinner some time?" Ryoma stared at him. "Are you asking me out?" he said bluntly. Momo winced. "Er… yeah." Ryoma turned away without saying a thing.

Just as Momo was becoming a bit nervous, Ryoma finally replied. "Ok. But you're paying." Momo did a little happy dance in his head, but said calmly, "Of course." After a slight pause, he said softly, "Thank you." Ryoma turned back now, staring saucily at Momo. "Mada mada dane. I'm doing it for me too, you know." Momo just smiled as he finished changing.

Ryoma regretfully put his own clothes on as well. Fully dressed, they stared at each other. Ryoma suddenly saw something that hadn't quite been intentional…

"Ooh, that's going to leave a mark," he quipped, grinning as he pointed at it. Instantly, Momo clapped a hand to the side of his neck. "You didn't," he said, slightly shocked. Ryoma just grinned at him, and Momo groaned. "How the heck am I going to explain this to my parents? How am I going to explain this to anyone?" Ryoma smirked. "Tell the truth. Unless you regret it?" he said slowly, suddenly losing the smile. Momo blinked at him, then jumped him. "I don't regret it," he whispered into Ryoma's ear. "Never that. I love you, Ryoma."

Ryoma jerked slightly. "You… you do?" His smile reappeared, and he murmured back, "Love you too, Momo." And then he let out a hiss of pain as Momo clamped down. "What the heck? …MOMO!"

Eiji and Oishi, from their vantage point on the roof, saw Momo running for his life out of the changeroom, with Ryoma chasing him while holding a hand on the side of his neck. "How dare you! Give me a hickey, will you? What the hell am I going to tell my parents?"

Faintly, Momo yelled, "Tell them the truth!" as the pair disappeared into the distance. Oishi and Eiji just let out a relieved sigh. From the looks of it, Ryoma and Momo didn't regret it, and Ryoma hadn't gotten sick from the effects of the water. Fuji would be delighted with the results. Tiredly, the Golden Pair made their way down the roof, and went home.

The next day, both Momo and Ryoma called in sick. Ryoma blamed it on some very cold water that had been spilled. Funnily enough, Momo blamed it on the same thing. Eiji and Oishi went about the entire day looking rather guilty. Fuji just appeared completely satisfied with the turn of events.

A/N: SORRY FOR THE INCREDIBLY LONG WAIT! I'm a terrible writer, I know, I tend to jump around a lot. I've got so many unfinished stories waiting on my USB, sorry! And I just hadn't had any inspiration for this story… like, I've got the scenes planned out in my head, but I can't write them out at all… Sorry!

Hope you enjoy the rest of the story! And review please!