SY: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! This fic is almost over as I'm planning to finish it on the 20th or 22nd chapter. So sit back and hang on! To those who'se still reading...high-five!
"I miss you." - Fuji
Two days after their engagement night and Fuji couldn't be more upset. Not only did Tezuka ignore his calls the morning after. His fiancee never made any effort to call. Fuji couldn't think of any reason why. If something bad happened to Tezuka, he would've heard of it. He tried calling Yukimura but there was no answer. The idea of calling Sanada was almost tempting but he didn't have his number. Plus, it would only make him sound so paranoid.
Tezuka must have his reasons. Fuji wanted to believe that.
Still...
"Have you seen it?"
It was Shiraishi, running to his side and walking with him to their next class in Calculus.
"Seen what?"
"The site."
Fuji shrugged. "Never checked. Why?"
Shiraishi fell silent as they continued walking. They reached and settled inside their room without another word, but Fuji could swear how several pairs of eyes followed his entrance and remained until their professor came in. Before the class ended, he already caught five or six of his classmates staring at him. He was tempted to glare but gave out his trademark smile instead. The unusual occurrence remained for the rest of the period.
"What's going on?" Fuji muttered, pulling Shiraishi by the arm once they stepped out of the room. Still, he saw a couple of girls belonging to another class who stared at his direction.
"It's that site, you know."
Fuji frowned. "Why? What's in there?"
Shiraishi pulled out his phone and logged in to his personal account at Tezuka Angel's website. Once logged in, he handed the phone to Fuji. To avoid more scrutiny, Fuji opted to settle inside the library and chose an isolated area where he and his friend could talk. He stared at the home page of the site displayed on Shiraishi's phone.
"You have an account?" he asked incredulously.
The varsity basketball player nodded and unwrapped a bar of chocolate. Fuji frowned at him, a silent reminder that eating is strictly not allowed inside the library. Shiraishi took a bite anyway. "I'm a member," he said in between munch.
Fuji shook his head and went back browsing through the latest updates section of the page. And that's when he saw it - a very familiar photo that confused and worried him altogether.
"When was this taken?" he asked, eyes fixed on the photo.
"It says two days ago."
Fuji scrolled down the rest of the page and tapped the direct link to an article. He frowned at the headline of the article and snapped his eyes shut. Shiraishi gave him the 'I-told-you-so look.'
"EXCLUSIVE: Professor Tezuka, Spotted on Secret Date with His Ex Right After His Alleged Engagement!"
Former part-time psychology professor, Kunimitsu Tezuka was spotted on a meet-up with Seira Yukimura, his ex-girlfriend and the only sister of Prof. Seiichi Yukimura from the Humanities Department. A reliable source, who refused to be named, spotted the two at the Yukimura household early Saturday in a rather intimate hug...
The article then showed snapshots of Tezuka at the entrance door of the Yukimura house, holding Seira's hands. Another photo showed them hugging each other. The one who took the photo was situated at the far corner of the house, but it was enough to get a clean shot of the two. Fuji's eyes locked on the photos for several seconds before he raised his head and faced his friend. "And the whole school knows about this?"
Shiraishi looked at him like the answer was too obvious to miss. "It's Atobe we're talking about Syusuke. And if Atobe says about something, the whole Japan knows about it within the day. That's the drill."
Fuji sighed and handed back the phone. Is this why Tezuka's ignoring him?
"So ugh...is Tezuka the father?" Sanada asked with a slight blush.
He found it embarrassing to mind other people's personal business. But more importantly, he couldn't help but blush at the fact that Seiichi's delicate fingers never ceased to draw lazy patterns on his navel while they stay on bed. Naked.
"I don't know. Seira couldn't tell. She learned about it just few days ago and few tests will have to be conducted. We have Tezuka's DNA sample just to be sure."
The Humanities professor then gave out a drawn out sigh and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. He didn't care if it's already afternoon and the sun is at its peak. Sanada's way hotter than the sun. Plus, they're both not doing anything. Yukimura's stressed and he's bothered by his sister's current issue. And in times when he's tired and stressed, making out with an all too willing Sanada has always proven to be the best antidote. The sex is always great. He wouldn't trade it for any kind of over the counter medication.
"Ne Genichirou..." Yukimura purred, pushing himself up with an elbow and giving a soft kiss to Sanada's lips.
"Get some rest, Seiichi..."
Yukimura answered with a soft chuckle and another peck on his lips.
With a sigh of surrender Sanada flipped them over, so he was hovering above the bluenette. "Let me just remind you that you're supposed to be tired."
Yukimura faked a yawn and snaked his arms around Sanada's neck. "I am. But you're naked. I'm hard. Do you really think sleep makes sense?"
The normally stoic student couldn't suppress the soft chuckle that escaped his lips at how bluntly his boyfriend had put it. He closed the distance between them and kissed Yukimura, immediately invading his mouth with his tongue. He heard the bluenette's soft moan as they kissed and Sanada took that as a signal to continue as he brought a hand between them and gripped Yukimura's erection.
Sanada knew the drill. If Yukimura's tired, you're supposed to make it fast. And rough. So right after that, he can enjoy a fine, undisturbed sleep.
Fuji pushed the doorbell to his boyfriend's condo unit for the fifth time. Still, no answer. When he learned about Tezuka's absence to his thesis class earlier, he got worried. Fuji knew how the other doesn't like missing classes. Unless of course if he's terribly sick or there's a very important family emergency - which is exactly why he's here. To find out what's going on. Yet the place seemed to be deserted.
He took a step back, debating if it's time to leave. That's when the door was pried open, revealing a gorgeous as ever Tezuka, who only had a thin, white towel wrapped on his lower half. Apparently, he just finished taking shower judging from the strong scent of mint that assaulted Fuji's smell.
"Fuji..." Tezuka said, half surprised. He opened the door wider to let his fiancee in. Fuji did. "I'm sorry if-"
The rest of Tezuka's excuse was wiped off as Fuji pushed him hard against the door and kissed him. Fuji's kisses were demanding. Not that Tezuka's complaining. He just wasn't used to being the one feeling overpowered. He returned his fiancee's kiss with equal fervor as he pulled him close.
"I miss you," Fuji whispered when he pulled away to draw some breath. Tezuka responded by capturing his lips once more. This time, Fuji was made aware of just how he needed this physical intimacy between them. He can feel himself getting hard. And he knew the feeling's mutual judging from Tezuka's hard-on pressing against him. The blue-eyed boy never thought about having sex up until now. Right now, all he knew is that everything will be better if they both get naked. He didn't even care if Tezuka decides to take him right then, right there.
"Kunimitsu, have you seen the book that I..." Ayana Tezuka trailed off at the sight before her - with his son, half-naked and kissing the living daylights of his fiancee, who in turn was eagerly responding. She knew she had to turn back, but somehow, she can't look away.
Fuji pulled away from the kiss to breathe. And that's when he saw her. His reaction of pushing Tezuka away was instant. Ayana then cleared her throat, drawing his son's attention. "Ugh...I'm looking for my book," she said in a casual tone. Tezuka moved away and opened the drawer below the television set. He got the key to his library and placed it on his mother's hand. "Medical section, second shelf," and as if nothing happened, he grabbed Fuji's hand and literally dragged him up to his room.
Ayana stood immobile, looking at the key on her hand.
'Well...' she thought with a sigh. 'My son's really hot, isn't he?' She smiled at her own thoughts and headed to the library.
SY: I agree, Ayana-san. Totally.