Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Talking Through Actions, Actions Through Talking ❯ I ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Hoseki 
What do you say to someone you've been infatuated with for over five years? You don't say anything, you do something...
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
What do you say to someone you've been infatuated with for over five years? You don't say anything, you do something...
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
A/N: OK! First off, this is my first POT fic, and well, when I first put this up I had been writing between the hours of 5-7am so it had A LOT of errors :p but my dear lg beta'd it for me and everything is fixed! wooot! *huggles lg* I'm still new to the POT world, but I hope I am able to grasp hold of the characters well, and gomen ahead of time if they are OOC..but I'm sure lg will get her whip out and make me change it if it's tooooo OOC :p
So on with the story!
Standard disclaimers apply: POT = Not mine FIC = Mine
Rated NC-17
Contains: M/M, Yaoi, Oral, Anal, AU
Pairing: Ryoma/Tezuka/Ryoma
Chapter One:
Five years had passed since Tezuka Kunimitsu had seen the child prodigy, Echizen Ryoma. The year the boy had joined Seigaku had been Tezuka's last. In college now, still captain of the Tennis team, Tezuka Kunimitsu awaits the appearance of his newest player.
Everyone from the Seigaku team seemed to follow one another. Kind of drawn to the power and challenge one gave to the other. They attended a college where all their majors could be studied. It worked well for the group. Today was the day, their team would be complete.
It was the start of the new school year, classes starting, clubs going about their business, and sports having their practices. Kikumaru Eiji and Oishi Syuichirou were already in the middle of a game between Fuji Syusuke and Kawamura Takashi. On the next court, Kaidoh Kaoru and Inui Sadaharu were having a match of their own. Momoshiro Takeshi was calling the game.
Tezuka sat off to the side, thinking back to old times; about Seigaku, the Championship Tournaments, Ryoma. He was always fascinated when watching the boy.Though he never showed it, he felt like butterflies were fluttering about his stomach every time he watched the chibi play. He hadn't necessarily not seen Ryoma in years. Actually, he saw him all the time. He would attend as many games Ryoma had as long as his schedule didn't clash with it. He just never stuck around long enough to let the boy know he was there, and that he thought he was an amazing tennis player.
Too antsy to sit around and watch, Tezuka decided he would grab Momoshiro and have a match against him. Standing up, he felt like he was missing something. Tezuka looked around the bench and it wasn't until he lifted his racquet did he realize, he wasn't wearing his wristband. Yeah, he could play with out it, it was just a wristband, he had plenty more in his bag, but, this was a very special, pale blue wristband. He wears it quite often, even when not playing tennis. The guys gave him hell for it at first, being a used wristband and all, but one cold glare and the mention of running laps, they never brought it up again.
The wristband was a gift, something so random, yet so precious. On Kunimitsu's last day at Seigaku, Ryoma came up to him after their last game and gave him the wristband that he was wearing in the final match that had won them the tournament. Taking it from the green-haired youth, Tezuka looked at it then back at Echizen. "Mada mada dane," he had said before giving him a wink as he turned and waved, walking off to the awaiting members. Tezkua was at a loss for what he meant by the gift. And, his signature words? Echizen Ryoma was more of a mystery than Tezuka himself, and that confused the glasses-wearing man! Five years he contemplated on the meaning behind it; a perfect match? the next time they would meet? or something else, something much more interesting? Today is the day he would find out. He will ask the prodigy what he meant by that...but first, he had to go to his locker and get the wristband!
Tezuka headed back to the locker rooms, head down in thought over all the things he wanted those three words to mean coming from the other boy. He knew he had something for the young star, but wasn't sure if he was just infatuated with his tennis, or him alone. Now he's got a second chance to find out more about his young friend, and he will get some answers!
Reaching the door to the locker room, Tezuka, so lost in thought, missed the door being pulled back as he reached the knob and kept moving forward, and running right into the person on the other side of the door. Adjusting his glasses, he looked straight in the eyes of the one who had his mind all jumbled. Echizen Ryoma, reaching his growth spurt, stood a good 6'1" now, eye level to Kunimitsu. His green-tinted hair, was a couple inches longer than it was in junior high, and his eyes still had that deep golden-bronze look to them. A smirk plastered on his face, the teen spoke up. "Mada mada dane," he said, lifting his arm, showing off a very worn pale wristband. Unmistakably the one Tezuka was after.
"Echizen..." Tezuka started, in complete shock that now he was face to face with the boy, he realized just how handsome he was. All the times he watched him play, he watched from afar, only seeing the moves and never the face, not as clearly as he used to. His form filled out to a nice thin, muscular build, he placed his hat on his head as he stood there.
"Tezuka-senpai?" he asked, looking at him with eyes of mischief.
"Ah, Echizen, that is my wristband," he mentally kicked himself for that to be the first thing he could say to the man.
"Oi, Tezuka-senpai, has your memory failed you? If I remember correctly, this was MY wristband. I gave it to you to hold on to for me," he said while adjusting the bill of his hat. Tezkua stood there for a moment, just staring straight at the boy. "Oi, you haven't changed much either have you senpai?"
"In the locker room, Echizen." Tezuka ordered, walking past the prodigy.
Smirking, Ryoma thought, 'No, you sure haven't changed Tezuka,' as he turned back into the locker room to follow the older man.
Leading the newcomer through the locker room, Kunimitsu led him to his locker and leaned against it, eyeing the youth who straddled a bench and plopped down with an 'Oof!'. 'Yeah, it was definitely an infatuation with him alone,' he groaned to himself, realizing how badly he wanted to give Ryoma a welcome back kiss. A hello kiss. An I missed you kiss. A Never leave my side kiss. Yeah, Tezuka had it bad for the tennis prodigy, and he had no clue if he felt the same, or how to go about finding out if he did or not.
Throughout Tezuka's inner-battle of what to do, Ryoma sat there quietly, looking up at his senpai. The last five years had been good to Tezuka, Ryoma thought. He was still as handsome as he was back in junior high, still had that same stone cold face, yet a softness to him you knew he was hiding, but from what? Ryoma had always wanted to find out what was really underneath all that seriousness of Tezuka's. Very few times in the year they played tennis together did he actually see Tezuka Kunimitsu smile, let alone laugh! True, Ryoma himself wasn't good at expressing his feelings, but he could still tell a good joke, and laugh at one when it was really funny. And as the years went on, he found that silence was one thing he really disliked, and this staring contest was getting on his last nerve.
"Oi, Tezuka-senpai, did your face finally freeze like that?" Ryoma said with a dead serious look, which was killing him to hold on to once he saw Tezuka stiffen and attempt to move his mouth but it stilled after a twitch or two. "Hmm..looks like the muscles in your face must be worn out from saying two sentences to me earlier," Echizen said while standing. Tezuka stood straight from his leaning position, and stared down the boy as he approached, still not saying a word. "I think, Tezuka-senpai, that you need to start exercising that mouth of yours more often," Ryoma said softly. A hint of seductivity, Tezuka thought. He stepped back from the boy who was standing so closely, making Tezuka completely plastered against the lockers, no room to avoid those bronze eyes.
Wait, was he seeing things? Or did those eyes really contain the lust he was hoping for. Tezuka opened his mouth to try to get the younger male to go run twenty laps just to get him away from him. "Ryo..." he started, but was cut off when Echizen's hand with the pale blue wristband came up and cupped Tezuka's cheek, and, his eyes closing slowly, leaned in and kissed the parted lips. Tezuka froze for a moment, swearing he had to be having one of his reccuring dreams, but once the lips of the other man began to move against his, and the warm breath of the other ghosted across his lips and intermingled with his own, he knew this was real.
Ryoma leaned his whole body against Tezuka's, trapping the older male, leaving soft kisses on his lips, trying to get a reaction from the other man, hoping he hadn't read the man wrong, back then and now. Finally the lips against his began to move with his, began to put pressure back, and even started to get forceful. 'Hn, always has to have the upper hand,' Ryoma thought. Seeing if he could get the kiss a bit more interesting, he began to dance his tongue gently against Tezuka's lips, hoping the older would get the hint and grant him access.
Shocked at feeling the other's tongue, Tezuka opened his mouth slightly in a small gasp. Ryoma, taking the chance, plunged his tongue into the other's mouth and searched Tezuka's own tongue out, gently pleading it to come out and play. Ryoma ran his hand from Tezuka's cheek up through his hair. He combed his fingers through the strands, and grasping hold tightly at the nape of his neck, pulled him closer to him, deepening the kiss. Tezuka gave in and let his tongue slide against Ryoma's. He tasted Ryoma's favorite soda and a hint of mint, he had to have popped in a mint right before the two met at the door.
Ryoma was beginning to really get into the kiss, his breathing heavier, and he noticed Tezuka's was coming quite quickly and heavily as well. Wanting to tell Tezuka how he really felt, but having trouble thinking of the right way to say it, the kiss he figured was one way, but he had so much more to say. Feeling himself getting harder by the kiss, he wanted to inform the other how he really felt. Ryoma thrust his hips forward, pushing Tezuka harder against the locker, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He gasped into Tezuka's mouth.
Kunimitsu was getting heady from the hot deep kiss, so when Ryoma thrust into him, and he heard the other moan, his semi-errect cock became fully awake. Wanting to hear that gasp from the green-haired male again, he thrust back and met Ryoma in another thrust, both moaning loudly.
Tezuka could not believe this was happening; his Ryoma was truly his now. He was ready to strip the boy right there and make love to him for hours like he had in his fantasies. Breaking the kiss, he kissed Ryoma along his jaw and stopped to give his ear some attention. Bringing his hand down, he dropped it to Ryoma's hem, and snuck his hand under, and letting his fingers prance across his abdomen. He worked his way up with soft touches, slid over his erect nipples and came back down with his nails gently against his skin, sending shivers up Echizen's spine. The boy was leaning heavily against him, enjoying the torturous nibbling and licking he was giving his ear, emitting soft gasps and moans at the new things Tezuka would try.
Kunimitsu, feeling daring, trailed his hands down to Ryoma's shorts hem. He slipped his fingers under and slid them up and down his fully-erect cock. Ryoma laid his head against Tezuka's shoulder, shuddering at the ministrations. Feeling more confident in himself at the way Ryoma was moaning softly against him, he wrapped his hand full around the other, and began to gently stroke him, slowly gaining momentum, pumping faster when the other begged into his shoulder to do so. He'd slide his thumb over Ryoma's head and use his pre-cum to make the pummping easier for the two, thus more gasps came from the other.
The body against him started rocking into his hands, meeting his hand, Tezuka was feeling lost in the lust he felt for the boy in his hands. He leaned down and kissed the exposed neck, biting down softly as he trailed down to the crook of his neck where he latched on. The man underneath him shuddered violently under the bite and thrust hard one more time into Tezuka's hand and moaned loudly as he came in his shorts. Letting him ride out the waves, Tezuka continued to suck on the neck he was biting, still pumping the last of Ryoma's climax out. The boy's weight fully on Tezuka now, he pulled his hand out from Ryoma's pants and wrapped them around the boy to hold him up. The dark haired boy nuzzled Tezuka's neck, thanking him with his nose, he slung his arms around the other man's neck.
The two held each other for quite some time. Their breathing slowly evening back out, and Ryoma gaining the use of his legs once again. The comfort the two felt, was so exciting to them alone. What they had hoped for was happening for them. Both waited five years to tell the other how they felt, and without words, they expressed that, and thensome.
Looking into Ryoma's eyes, Tezuka truly smiled. "Oi, I knew all you needed was a little bit of mouth exercising to get a smile out of you!" Ryoma boasted, grinning widely. Cocking his eyebrow, Tezuka wiped off Ryoma's grin with a deep, long kiss. The kiss going passionate in seconds, the two were beginning to get into it again. Breathing becoming erratic, Tezuka not wanting to be selfish, but the thought of his Ryoma touching him about to send him over the edge alone, he thrust against the teen.
Ryoma, feeling Tezuka's erection against his own growing one, smirked into their kiss, and leaned back. "Mada mada dane," he said, backing away from Tezuka, adjusting the other's glasses. Throughout their heated kisses they got bumped and were a bit askew on his nose.
Ryoma turned around to pick up his bag, and right when Tezuka was about to protest the retreating form, the locker room door swung open and the old Seigaku Regulars came in. Eiji hanging on Oishi, saying something about how it's really becoming impossible to beat Fuji, Momoshiro jumping on Takashi's back right when they walked through the doors, and Fuji following, smiling at his friends actions.
Seconds later the locker room erupted with a bunch of "O'chibi's", "'Bout time!", and "This year we're going to be unbeatable!", as the group noticed Echizen Ryoma standing over by his locker, in now changed shorts. Tezuka turned around from the commotion and began to pack his things to go home.
"Ah, things are going to get more interesting now that Echizen has arrived, ne Tezuka?" Fuji asked leaning up against the locker next to Kunimitsu's.
"Hn," he replied as he slammed the locker shut and walked out. 'More than you know,' he said to himself, locking eyes with the green-haired teen as he exited the room.
Once outside, he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. "What an interesting year this will be indeed," he said when he noticed the pale blue wristband placed on his wrist.
TBC.....
A/N: On reviewing: You know the drill, don't just tell me it rocked and to write more, give me details on WHY it rocked!! Thanks ^__^
~Houseki
So on with the story!
Standard disclaimers apply: POT = Not mine FIC = Mine
Rated NC-17
Contains: M/M, Yaoi, Oral, Anal, AU
Pairing: Ryoma/Tezuka/Ryoma
Chapter One:
Five years had passed since Tezuka Kunimitsu had seen the child prodigy, Echizen Ryoma. The year the boy had joined Seigaku had been Tezuka's last. In college now, still captain of the Tennis team, Tezuka Kunimitsu awaits the appearance of his newest player.
Everyone from the Seigaku team seemed to follow one another. Kind of drawn to the power and challenge one gave to the other. They attended a college where all their majors could be studied. It worked well for the group. Today was the day, their team would be complete.
It was the start of the new school year, classes starting, clubs going about their business, and sports having their practices. Kikumaru Eiji and Oishi Syuichirou were already in the middle of a game between Fuji Syusuke and Kawamura Takashi. On the next court, Kaidoh Kaoru and Inui Sadaharu were having a match of their own. Momoshiro Takeshi was calling the game.
Tezuka sat off to the side, thinking back to old times; about Seigaku, the Championship Tournaments, Ryoma. He was always fascinated when watching the boy.Though he never showed it, he felt like butterflies were fluttering about his stomach every time he watched the chibi play. He hadn't necessarily not seen Ryoma in years. Actually, he saw him all the time. He would attend as many games Ryoma had as long as his schedule didn't clash with it. He just never stuck around long enough to let the boy know he was there, and that he thought he was an amazing tennis player.
Too antsy to sit around and watch, Tezuka decided he would grab Momoshiro and have a match against him. Standing up, he felt like he was missing something. Tezuka looked around the bench and it wasn't until he lifted his racquet did he realize, he wasn't wearing his wristband. Yeah, he could play with out it, it was just a wristband, he had plenty more in his bag, but, this was a very special, pale blue wristband. He wears it quite often, even when not playing tennis. The guys gave him hell for it at first, being a used wristband and all, but one cold glare and the mention of running laps, they never brought it up again.
The wristband was a gift, something so random, yet so precious. On Kunimitsu's last day at Seigaku, Ryoma came up to him after their last game and gave him the wristband that he was wearing in the final match that had won them the tournament. Taking it from the green-haired youth, Tezuka looked at it then back at Echizen. "Mada mada dane," he had said before giving him a wink as he turned and waved, walking off to the awaiting members. Tezkua was at a loss for what he meant by the gift. And, his signature words? Echizen Ryoma was more of a mystery than Tezuka himself, and that confused the glasses-wearing man! Five years he contemplated on the meaning behind it; a perfect match? the next time they would meet? or something else, something much more interesting? Today is the day he would find out. He will ask the prodigy what he meant by that...but first, he had to go to his locker and get the wristband!
Tezuka headed back to the locker rooms, head down in thought over all the things he wanted those three words to mean coming from the other boy. He knew he had something for the young star, but wasn't sure if he was just infatuated with his tennis, or him alone. Now he's got a second chance to find out more about his young friend, and he will get some answers!
Reaching the door to the locker room, Tezuka, so lost in thought, missed the door being pulled back as he reached the knob and kept moving forward, and running right into the person on the other side of the door. Adjusting his glasses, he looked straight in the eyes of the one who had his mind all jumbled. Echizen Ryoma, reaching his growth spurt, stood a good 6'1" now, eye level to Kunimitsu. His green-tinted hair, was a couple inches longer than it was in junior high, and his eyes still had that deep golden-bronze look to them. A smirk plastered on his face, the teen spoke up. "Mada mada dane," he said, lifting his arm, showing off a very worn pale wristband. Unmistakably the one Tezuka was after.
"Echizen..." Tezuka started, in complete shock that now he was face to face with the boy, he realized just how handsome he was. All the times he watched him play, he watched from afar, only seeing the moves and never the face, not as clearly as he used to. His form filled out to a nice thin, muscular build, he placed his hat on his head as he stood there.
"Tezuka-senpai?" he asked, looking at him with eyes of mischief.
"Ah, Echizen, that is my wristband," he mentally kicked himself for that to be the first thing he could say to the man.
"Oi, Tezuka-senpai, has your memory failed you? If I remember correctly, this was MY wristband. I gave it to you to hold on to for me," he said while adjusting the bill of his hat. Tezkua stood there for a moment, just staring straight at the boy. "Oi, you haven't changed much either have you senpai?"
"In the locker room, Echizen." Tezuka ordered, walking past the prodigy.
Smirking, Ryoma thought, 'No, you sure haven't changed Tezuka,' as he turned back into the locker room to follow the older man.
Leading the newcomer through the locker room, Kunimitsu led him to his locker and leaned against it, eyeing the youth who straddled a bench and plopped down with an 'Oof!'. 'Yeah, it was definitely an infatuation with him alone,' he groaned to himself, realizing how badly he wanted to give Ryoma a welcome back kiss. A hello kiss. An I missed you kiss. A Never leave my side kiss. Yeah, Tezuka had it bad for the tennis prodigy, and he had no clue if he felt the same, or how to go about finding out if he did or not.
Throughout Tezuka's inner-battle of what to do, Ryoma sat there quietly, looking up at his senpai. The last five years had been good to Tezuka, Ryoma thought. He was still as handsome as he was back in junior high, still had that same stone cold face, yet a softness to him you knew he was hiding, but from what? Ryoma had always wanted to find out what was really underneath all that seriousness of Tezuka's. Very few times in the year they played tennis together did he actually see Tezuka Kunimitsu smile, let alone laugh! True, Ryoma himself wasn't good at expressing his feelings, but he could still tell a good joke, and laugh at one when it was really funny. And as the years went on, he found that silence was one thing he really disliked, and this staring contest was getting on his last nerve.
"Oi, Tezuka-senpai, did your face finally freeze like that?" Ryoma said with a dead serious look, which was killing him to hold on to once he saw Tezuka stiffen and attempt to move his mouth but it stilled after a twitch or two. "Hmm..looks like the muscles in your face must be worn out from saying two sentences to me earlier," Echizen said while standing. Tezuka stood straight from his leaning position, and stared down the boy as he approached, still not saying a word. "I think, Tezuka-senpai, that you need to start exercising that mouth of yours more often," Ryoma said softly. A hint of seductivity, Tezuka thought. He stepped back from the boy who was standing so closely, making Tezuka completely plastered against the lockers, no room to avoid those bronze eyes.
Wait, was he seeing things? Or did those eyes really contain the lust he was hoping for. Tezuka opened his mouth to try to get the younger male to go run twenty laps just to get him away from him. "Ryo..." he started, but was cut off when Echizen's hand with the pale blue wristband came up and cupped Tezuka's cheek, and, his eyes closing slowly, leaned in and kissed the parted lips. Tezuka froze for a moment, swearing he had to be having one of his reccuring dreams, but once the lips of the other man began to move against his, and the warm breath of the other ghosted across his lips and intermingled with his own, he knew this was real.
Ryoma leaned his whole body against Tezuka's, trapping the older male, leaving soft kisses on his lips, trying to get a reaction from the other man, hoping he hadn't read the man wrong, back then and now. Finally the lips against his began to move with his, began to put pressure back, and even started to get forceful. 'Hn, always has to have the upper hand,' Ryoma thought. Seeing if he could get the kiss a bit more interesting, he began to dance his tongue gently against Tezuka's lips, hoping the older would get the hint and grant him access.
Shocked at feeling the other's tongue, Tezuka opened his mouth slightly in a small gasp. Ryoma, taking the chance, plunged his tongue into the other's mouth and searched Tezuka's own tongue out, gently pleading it to come out and play. Ryoma ran his hand from Tezuka's cheek up through his hair. He combed his fingers through the strands, and grasping hold tightly at the nape of his neck, pulled him closer to him, deepening the kiss. Tezuka gave in and let his tongue slide against Ryoma's. He tasted Ryoma's favorite soda and a hint of mint, he had to have popped in a mint right before the two met at the door.
Ryoma was beginning to really get into the kiss, his breathing heavier, and he noticed Tezuka's was coming quite quickly and heavily as well. Wanting to tell Tezuka how he really felt, but having trouble thinking of the right way to say it, the kiss he figured was one way, but he had so much more to say. Feeling himself getting harder by the kiss, he wanted to inform the other how he really felt. Ryoma thrust his hips forward, pushing Tezuka harder against the locker, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He gasped into Tezuka's mouth.
Kunimitsu was getting heady from the hot deep kiss, so when Ryoma thrust into him, and he heard the other moan, his semi-errect cock became fully awake. Wanting to hear that gasp from the green-haired male again, he thrust back and met Ryoma in another thrust, both moaning loudly.
Tezuka could not believe this was happening; his Ryoma was truly his now. He was ready to strip the boy right there and make love to him for hours like he had in his fantasies. Breaking the kiss, he kissed Ryoma along his jaw and stopped to give his ear some attention. Bringing his hand down, he dropped it to Ryoma's hem, and snuck his hand under, and letting his fingers prance across his abdomen. He worked his way up with soft touches, slid over his erect nipples and came back down with his nails gently against his skin, sending shivers up Echizen's spine. The boy was leaning heavily against him, enjoying the torturous nibbling and licking he was giving his ear, emitting soft gasps and moans at the new things Tezuka would try.
Kunimitsu, feeling daring, trailed his hands down to Ryoma's shorts hem. He slipped his fingers under and slid them up and down his fully-erect cock. Ryoma laid his head against Tezuka's shoulder, shuddering at the ministrations. Feeling more confident in himself at the way Ryoma was moaning softly against him, he wrapped his hand full around the other, and began to gently stroke him, slowly gaining momentum, pumping faster when the other begged into his shoulder to do so. He'd slide his thumb over Ryoma's head and use his pre-cum to make the pummping easier for the two, thus more gasps came from the other.
The body against him started rocking into his hands, meeting his hand, Tezuka was feeling lost in the lust he felt for the boy in his hands. He leaned down and kissed the exposed neck, biting down softly as he trailed down to the crook of his neck where he latched on. The man underneath him shuddered violently under the bite and thrust hard one more time into Tezuka's hand and moaned loudly as he came in his shorts. Letting him ride out the waves, Tezuka continued to suck on the neck he was biting, still pumping the last of Ryoma's climax out. The boy's weight fully on Tezuka now, he pulled his hand out from Ryoma's pants and wrapped them around the boy to hold him up. The dark haired boy nuzzled Tezuka's neck, thanking him with his nose, he slung his arms around the other man's neck.
The two held each other for quite some time. Their breathing slowly evening back out, and Ryoma gaining the use of his legs once again. The comfort the two felt, was so exciting to them alone. What they had hoped for was happening for them. Both waited five years to tell the other how they felt, and without words, they expressed that, and thensome.
Looking into Ryoma's eyes, Tezuka truly smiled. "Oi, I knew all you needed was a little bit of mouth exercising to get a smile out of you!" Ryoma boasted, grinning widely. Cocking his eyebrow, Tezuka wiped off Ryoma's grin with a deep, long kiss. The kiss going passionate in seconds, the two were beginning to get into it again. Breathing becoming erratic, Tezuka not wanting to be selfish, but the thought of his Ryoma touching him about to send him over the edge alone, he thrust against the teen.
Ryoma, feeling Tezuka's erection against his own growing one, smirked into their kiss, and leaned back. "Mada mada dane," he said, backing away from Tezuka, adjusting the other's glasses. Throughout their heated kisses they got bumped and were a bit askew on his nose.
Ryoma turned around to pick up his bag, and right when Tezuka was about to protest the retreating form, the locker room door swung open and the old Seigaku Regulars came in. Eiji hanging on Oishi, saying something about how it's really becoming impossible to beat Fuji, Momoshiro jumping on Takashi's back right when they walked through the doors, and Fuji following, smiling at his friends actions.
Seconds later the locker room erupted with a bunch of "O'chibi's", "'Bout time!", and "This year we're going to be unbeatable!", as the group noticed Echizen Ryoma standing over by his locker, in now changed shorts. Tezuka turned around from the commotion and began to pack his things to go home.
"Ah, things are going to get more interesting now that Echizen has arrived, ne Tezuka?" Fuji asked leaning up against the locker next to Kunimitsu's.
"Hn," he replied as he slammed the locker shut and walked out. 'More than you know,' he said to himself, locking eyes with the green-haired teen as he exited the room.
Once outside, he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. "What an interesting year this will be indeed," he said when he noticed the pale blue wristband placed on his wrist.
TBC.....
A/N: On reviewing: You know the drill, don't just tell me it rocked and to write more, give me details on WHY it rocked!! Thanks ^__^
~Houseki