DISCLAIMER: Prince of Tennis is Takeshi Konomi's property.

"You know the lock codes for his apartment?" - Tezuka

"Stop! Just-..no Shiraishi! Jeez!" Fuji abruptly stood up trying to rid of the cold beer that now drenched his shirt. When he asked to talk to Shiraishi, he really meant having some civilized, serious conversation and not this cozy chat with booze and chips and lasagna.

"All right. You're drunk," Fuji said as he grabbed the can of beer his friend was holding. He dragged Shiraishi to his bed and pushed him down. "Now sleep."

"Ne, Syusuke...join me...let's ... let's hook up."

"You're drunk, okay?" Fuji said leaving the room and rummaging his bag for his phone. He was at Shiraishi's apartment after the latter insisted that they bring the conversation to a more private place, namely, his place. Just before he could find his phone, it rang. He answered on the first ring.

"Hey...hi..."

"Where are you?" It was Tezuka.

"At a friend's house."

"You didn't answer my calls. I was worried."

Fuji bit his lip. "Yeah. I'm...we're talking and...drinking...I had my phone stuff in my bag."

"Drinking?"

The blue-eyed boy snapped his eyes shut. He wasn't drunk. At least not on the same level as his friend. But it's not like he's at his best condition as well considering how he drank a total of three cans of beer. And it was enough to make him feel slightly dizzy.

"I'm fine, really. I just...my friend's drunk, and I can't leave him just yet. But I'll leave. When he's asleep."

The silence that followed from the other line made Fuji doubt if Tezuka cut off the call.

"I'll pick you up. Where are you?"

"Tezuka, it's fine. I'm-"

"I'll pick you up. Give me the address."

It didn't take half an hour for Tezuka to reach Shiraishi's apartment. And though against his principles to barge in any property without invitation, he had to. Especially when he didn't like how Fuji sounded on the phone.

"You came," Fuji said with a smile, too seductive to Tezuka's liking. He opened the door wide and allowed his professor to come in. "I'll just say my goodbyes."

Tezuka followed Fuji as he entered Shiraishi's room, now more curious on who this precious 'friend' is who got his Syusuke drunk. He stood at the door as Fuji draped a blanket on the sleeping guy. And in as much as he wanted to keep his jealousy alarm in check, he couldn't deny how the pang of envy crept through his senses when Fuji started wiping the other guy's face with a towel.

"He'll get a terrible headache when he wakes up. Will need to make him more comfortable while he sleeps," Fuji said, continuing on his ministrations.

Tezuka just looked, staying calm and reserved even as Fuji started to unbutton the shirt of his friend. "Is that necessary?" he blurted. He's been drunk once or twice. But he never slept naked. Plus, he didn't like the idea of Fuji undressing other man than him.

The blue-eyed boy looked back at him with that smile, and Tezuka swore to get a hot, black brewed coffee on his way home. As if he didn't make enough scene, Fuji proceeded on removing Shiraishi's shirt and finally leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the other's forehead.

Tezuka had to turn around to release the air he's been holding on his chest. He felt guilty on the thoughts he's having at the moment, but watching Fuji nurse another man is like watching live sex. And it doesn't help that Shiraishi's clearly athletic as well judging from the well toned abs Tezuka has just been confronted. Less than five minutes inside the same room with a tipsy Fuji and vulnerable-looking Shiraishi already made him...turned on.

And it made him feel grossed about himself.

"I think he'll be fine," Tezuka said, turning back. Fuji now finished undressing Shiraishi's upper half and he had seen enough. "I'll drive you home."

Fuji sighed and nodded. He turned off the lights of the room and gathered his bag. He input some number codes on the electronic locks of the apartment and ushered Tezuka out. They silently walked towards his professor's car.

"You know the lock codes for his apartment?" Tezuka asked, amusement on his voice, once he started driving.

"Yeah. I'm a frequent visitor."

"I've never seen him at school."

"He's on a different department. Engineering. We're classmates on some minor subjects."

Tezuka stayed silent as he continued driving. And he can see from the periphery of his eyes how Fuji's starting to doze off. He doesn't drink often himself but he's quite keen on detecting when one's drunk. And his boyfriend, is clearly on that state as of the moment.

"Is your sister home? I'll do a right turn on the next intersection."

Fuji groaned. "Let's just go to your place."

"Then you better call Yumiko first."

The blue-eyed boy grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Nee-san? Yes...I'm fine but I can't go home. I'll stay at Tezuka's place. I know. Right. No. Okay see you tomorrow. Bye."

"You all right?"

Fuji nodded. "Just a little bit tired."

Tezuka sped up. They arrived at his place ten minutes after with Fuji, already half asleep. The professor led him to his room and gently laid him down on bed. "I'll get some water."

But before he could stand back, Fuji pulled him down, kissing him gently. One gentle kiss eventually turned more heated when Tezuka started to take control. He could still taste the beer on Fuji's mouth, and he really didn't care. A whole week of just writing, and reading for his thesis made it impossible for him to display much intimacy with Fuji. And Tezuka had to admit that he needed this physical contact more than ever.

He trailed kisses on Fuji's neck and chest while unbuttoning the other's shirt. And judging from how the other was clutching his hair with his fingers and pulling him closer, Tezuka was confident, the other wanted the same. He brought his lips back to Fuji's as his right hand started to explore the expanse of skin before him.

Tezuka was aware of his phone's insistent ringing, but he didn't care. All he cared was Fuji and his addicting moans every time he nips his neck. "I love you.."

He heard Fuji's soft chuckle and frowned when he pulled away. "I know. But you're phone's getting real annoying."

Tezuka gave him another kiss before grabbing his phone on the table.

"Yes?"

"Kunimitsu? I've left messages on your phone and email. Where are you?"

Tezuka was stunned for a few seconds before he regained his composure and went out of his bed. He signaled Fuji that he'll be back and headed out.

"Mom...I'm sorry. I was quite busy. What is it?"

"I received a rather disturbing call from one of my associates. It was about your supposed engagement with a Syusuke Fuji. What is this?"

Tezuka snapped his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. If his mother knew about him and Fuji, then he would have to assume that she knew about his breakup with Seira as well. "It's true, mom. I'm getting engaged and I'd really want to keep it private."

"Do I know this Syusuke Fuji?"

"No. I'm afraid you haven't met him yet."

"Him? So it's true. You're dating a guy?"

"Mom, I-"

"And what about Seira?"

Tezuka cleared his throat. He was well aware of his mother's fascination towards the Yukimura heiress and to be honest, he wasn't ready yet how to explain their arrangement without angering his mother.

"Seira knows about this, mom."

"Kunimitsu," his mother started, warning evident on her tone. "You and I have a lot of things to discuss. And I'd appreciate it if you bring along this Fuji person. I'd like to meet him personally."

"Mom-"

And the line went dead.

He shut his phone and went back to his room, only to find a sleeping Syusuke Fuji, comfortably lying down. He brushed away the few strands of hair that blocked his face and sighed. He turned his phone back on and dialed a number.

"We have a problem," he said to the person on the other line.

"What is it?"

Tezuka sighed. "Mom's coming. And I think I need your help."

"Absolutely. What do you want me to do?"

"I need a complete set of the limited edition Gundam collector's item."

SY:...Moms...you know moms.

(I'm on vacation...so faster updates. hehe..)