Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

 

Tezuka took off his shoes and dropped his bookbag at the door to the tiny room he and Fuji shared. He sighed and raked both hands through his hair. He was absolutely exhausted. He took his glasses off and set them on the miniscule nightstand next to his bed. He didn't bother undressing fully, just pulled the outer tunic shirt off, leaving on the underlying white one and flopped down on the bed, falling almost instantly to sleep.

 

Night had long since fallen and even the last stragglers had given up and gone home for the night. All of the floodlights had been shut off for the night but the sky was clear and the moonlight made it easy to see. Laughter rang and echoed across the deserted tennis court.

 

Tezuka watched as Fuji took a few practice swings at the air. He loved watching Fuji move, even if it was just walking from point A to point B across campus. There was a sensual grace about him that he seemed totally unaware of.

 

Fuji looked up at him and smiled a little. Letting an evil little lilt come into his voice as he said, “Ne, Taichou, let's make this game interesting.”

 

“Define interesting.”

 

“How about we make a little wager. Just between the two of us,” he said, tilting his head to the side a bit.

 

“And that would be?” Tezuka asked, watching him warily.

 

“Well . . .” Fuji said, strolling over to the net and bouncing over it, then starting to walk toward him. “I was thinking about it the other day and . . .” He paused, looking up at Tezuka through lowered lashes while running one finger up and down the front of his shirt, smiling a little at the sudden hitch that had started in the other man's breathing. “I was thinking that, if you can beat me, you can have me.”

 

“Oh, really?” Tezuka said and began walking Fuji backward until he was against the net post. He grabbed the loose ends of the net cord and quickly secured Fuji to the post. He slid his hands underneath the other man's shirt, touching that skin he so loved before saying, “Who says I have to beat you first?”

 

Tezuka's eyes snapped open and he growled softly to himself. Why did he keep having these dreams about Fuji? Was it because they were always together? Were they just the processing of mental junk? Or did they actually mean something as Ms. Wolf had suggested? If they did actually mean something . . .

 

He shook his head a little then buried his face in his hands. Almost all of his dreams had been sexual in nature or had at very least had those undertones to them. Fuji was his best friend and he would not take advantage of him in that manner. No matter how much parts of him wanted to. Apparently really wanted to. He looked down at a certain traitorous body part and sighed heavily to himself. This was a fine time for him to start being led around by little Mr. Helmet Head he thought sourly.

 

He decided to take advantage of the fact that Fuji, Inui and Kaidoh would still be in class at this time of the day. That meant he would have the bathroom they all shared to himself without worrying about any interruptions. Removing and carefully folding his clothes, he headed for the shower. At least there the evidence of his weakness for a certain teammate could be washed away. He turned on the water and adjusted it to his liking before stepping into the shower. Letting the water run down his neck and back before reaching down and taking himself in hand. He tried to ignore the fact that as he stroked himself random images of Fuji played behind his closed eyelids.

 

***

 

Fuji approached his teacher carefully at the end of the class. She was shuffling papers around on her desk and he waited until she looked up at him. Or didn't look up at him as the case was.

 

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Fuji?” she asked, still sorting through the papers.

 

Fuji scratched his head thoughtfully before answering her. “I'm not sure but I hope so.”

 

She looked at him and one of her eyebrows went up in question. “What might the something be?”

 

“Well,” he said, shifting a little uncomfortably. Tezuka would not be happy about him telling their teacher about what had been going on. But she was the best person to approach with the problem considering she had a good range of knowledge in odd subjects. Plus, she could give him an unbiased, outside opinion. Empirical observation that might pick up something he had missed considering he was close to the situation.

 

“Well?”

 

“Ah, yes. I, um, I'm sure you know my roommate, Tezuka Kunimitsu.”

 

“Yes. He's in two of my classes. I take it he's the reason for you seeking me out.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am. It's . . . you see, he's been having these dreams. They're obviously disturbing to him because he keeps making odd noises in his sleep. But he won't tell me what they're about and I'm worried because he obviously isn't getting any rest if he's falling asleep in class. He's never done that before. Not in all the times we've been in school together.”

 

“It is rather odd behavior from what I know of Mr. Tezuka. But what does this have to do with me?”

 

“I just . . . wanted to know if you had any suggestions. Maybe you can come up with something I can do to help him that I haven't thought of yet.”

 

Both eyebrows went up then. “Mr. Fuji, it is usually school policy for teacher to avoid getting too personally involved with their students,” she said. “It can lead to all sorts of trouble in the long run for all parties involved.”

 

“But you wouldn't be getting involved. Not really. You'd just be offering ideas. I can't go to any of the team with this because Tezuka would kill me for telling them about it and making them all worry. And I'm not sure I'd want to go to any of them anyways because I don't think they'd be able to . . .”

 

“Mr. Fuji,” she said firmly.

 

He snapped out of his rambling. “Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry but this is really important to me.”

 

“I'm aware of that, Mr. Fuji. If you'd slow down for a moment you'd realize that I merely pointed out there could be consequences involved. I never said I wouldn't help you.”