CHAPTER 6:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Prince of Tennis! (I'll never will I think.)
WARNING! I mean it! WARNING!
(….)
He meant it when he said to himself that he was in control. All the more meant it when he promised to himself how he'll figure Tezuka's real identity out.
Fuji was more than convinced he could make Tezuka admit it. He knew he can make it.
"Whoa, whoa wait!" he said, alarm on his voice realizing how Tezuka really intended on taking him without – "You don't have…" Fuji gaped at Tezuka in disbelief.
He was lying on the sofa, thankfully huge enough to accommodate his full physique such that it gave him enough space to actually lie down. Tezuka was hovering over him, though in a more awkward position.
They were both naked.
"What? Condoms?"
Fuji raised a brow, annoyed. "Isn't that common sense?"
Tezuka frowned. "You expect me to have one? Wow. So what, you knew this would happen?"
Fuji rolled his eyes before pulling Tezuka down to another deep kiss. Alright Fuji admits it. He loves kissing Tezuka – even more when the latter kisses him back. It feels so…what's the term?..Oh yes..hot.
"Am I really that good?" Tezuka teased when Fuji finally pulled away to get some air.
"For a prostitute?" Fuji snickered. "I'll go for average."
Tezuka lowered his head down and started to plant tiny kisses on Fuji's neck. "You're still not letting me go."
Fuji gripped a handful of Tezuka's hair when he felt the other bit him. Fuji knew it would leave some mark. "I know you're lying."
"Am I?" Tezuka's lips went down to Fuji's chest, where he found a nipple and started to suck on it. Fuji had to bit down a moan.
This is bad.
Yes, really bad. And Tezuka's hand who has found its interest on Fuji's cock wasn't helping at all.
"I would-" Fuji started but was cut off by a moan when Tezuka's thumb started to rub his tip. Heavens…how long has it been since he felt this good? Fuji couldn't remember. Oshitari once gave him a hand job but Tezuka was just…"-don't you dare stop." Fuji managed a warning, his breathing hard.
He heard Tezuka chuckle before he felt him move his lips down lower and before he could say something, a throaty moan escaped his lips. Thanks to Tezuka's mouth which was suddenly on his cock – sucking him hard.
"Shit," he hissed.
He managed to prop himself up on the couch, groping another handful of Tezuka's hair, urging him to stop and to suck harder at the same time.
"There..don't stop," Fuji moaned, biting his lower lip as his eyes shut to savor the raw pleasure of a blow job. "Yes…there.." He allowed himself to temporarily forget everything and focus on that 'tongue' that was doing a damn good job in licking his slit.
Tezuka on the other hand could feel it. He could feel his own control slipping away. Fuji's moans sounded too good that he wanted to fuck him hard that very moment. He was just holding on to the thin shred of willpower he had – same willpower that was seconds away to vanishing considering his leaking hard-on.
Fuji had to say it himself.
Fuji had to ask for it.
Those were Atobe's order.
"Ok enough. I got it." came Fuji's strained voice.
Tezuka took that as a signal to stop. He looked at Fuji with a raised brow.
"Let's just get this over with."
Tezuka didn't move from his position as if waiting for Fuji to explain what he meant.
"I'll take the lead," Fuji said with a soft sigh.
Tezuka didn't know how to place it. Fuji has always been strong-willed and hard-headed – a rebellious personality belying his vulnerable and gentle physique.
This time though, Fuji seemed a little….off.
His mind was lingering on that thought when Fuji claimed his lips. This time, Tezuka was sure the other really loved kissing him. Of course he wouldn't say it, but he felt proud of himself.
He didn't know how Fuji did it, nor did he care such of a detail. The next thing he knew, he was already slumped down on a sofa, with an all too eager Fuji on his lap, grinding against him without breaking the kiss.
Tezuka was more than willing to return the favor. He already had too much of the foreplay. And honestly, he wanted his release more than how Fuji could imagine. He held Fuji's waist and brought a hand to caress his leg. So it was not just Fuji's face that has a touch of a woman's. His skin equally feels like one and Tezuka's starting to question if that is even possible.
Fuji broke the kiss. But that was acceptable since he finally decided to focus his attention on Tezuka's cock, now fully erect and throbbing.
Fuji adjusted his position before gripping Tezuka's hard-on, aligning it to his entrance. Tezuka decided not to ask. He refused to ask how exactly Fuji plans to do it without preparation.
He didn't care. So long as they do it. They could worry about the consequence later.
"Close your eyes," he heard Fuji say.
Tezuka looked at him in question but did it anyway. Perhaps Fuji didn't want him to see his expression when…oh well, that's not a problem.
Even when he had his eyes closed, Tezuka could feel everything – and he meant everything that was happening. He needed not to see. He just had to feel.
He allowed Fuji to take the lead, not because it was Atobe's orders but more like because he liked it. He liked the way Fuji's body glided against him, he liked the way Fuji kissed him, he liked how Fuji's tight anal muscles was gripping his cock. He liked how Fuji's moans sound.
Tezuka wished for it not to end but equally wanted to have his release that very moment. The build-up was so great that it was already painful. He started to thrust up, as Fuji lowered himself down. Slowly at first. Till raw pleasure veiled his thoughts and he started to thrust faster, harder.
"Fuck," Fuji hissed pumping his own cock in time with Tezuka's thrust. He knew it would feel good. It felt good with Senggoku before. But this?
"Harder….ugh…" Fuji moaned and bit his lower lip. This was no like the time he had with Senggoku. This just feels too good. He gripped his cock tighter. He knew he wouldn't last long, and he knew Tezuka felt the same.
They shared another deep kiss before Tezuka abandoned his rhythm and fucked him senseless.
Tezuka came first inside him, but Fuji couldn't care. His thoughts were completely on a different page even when he felt himself come. Tezuka leaned his forehead on Fuji's chest, breathing hard as he tried to gain back a shred of his strength.
"This," Fuji started in a whisper. "…can't happen again."
He thought he felt Tezuka froze, but then again maybe it was just his imagination. He was too tired to really care. Tezuka was warm against him and he was almost tempted to raise the other's head for another kiss but held himself back.
Instead, he drew out a long sigh before he moved away. He gathered his discarded clothes and dressed up.
Tezuka did the same after a full minute.
And then the phone rang. Fuji answered after the second ring.
"Hai…..hai…..I understand. Yes I'll be there."
And then he brought the phone down. He glanced back at Tezuka, who was putting on his shirt.
"Going out?" Tezuka asked casually as if nothing had happened.
Fuji nodded. "Work."
Tezuka nodded and stood up. "I'll go up."
They looked at each other for a moment, wanting to say something but couldn't find the right words. It was Tezuka who spoke first.
"I can handcuff myself back but….well if you-"
"It's fine," Fuji cut him off. "I'll lock the main door. Go ahead and sleep."
Tezuka nodded and headed up.
Fuji waited a full 5 minutes before leaving. He got in his car and slammed his head back.
It really happened. God he really let that happened.
He swallowed hard before starting the car's engine. He needs to work. He freaking needs to work.
And then he sped away, unmindful of how he looked or smelled. He could worry about that later.
Tezuka on the other hand slammed himself down on Fuji's bed. He stared at the ceiling before he brought a fist to his forehead.
"Fuji Syusuke…" he muttered as he groped his hair and shut his eyes. He smirked a second after and smiled.
"Damn."
Author's Note:
*bows down*
Hontou ni gomen nasai!
I did try to be more productive. I swear I tried. Still….well….*sigh*
Gomen ne…
Anyway, how's this chapter?
I badly need to know.