Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ The Game ❯ Wet Game ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Wet Game (sequel to "The Game")
Author: My-chan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis/Teni Puri/Tennis no Ohji-sama
Pairing: Fuji x Ryoma x Tezuka
Rating: NC-17
Warning: lemon, 2 on 1, wet and slippery
Summary: Ryoma wants to step under the shower after a long and hard training and finds something he didn't expect. Or rather somebody...

Disclaimer: I don't own Teni Puri. If so the series would contain explicit yaoi ;)
Comment: Fuji is stronger than he looks ^^;
I somehow have the feeling that this developes into "The Game Series" or something ^^; Thanks to makikoigami for the beta work :)

Ryoma cursed under his breath, as he rounded the Tennis court for about the 50th time that afternoon. He didn't know what had gone wrong that had left him with 100 laps to run, but Tezuka's stern expression had left no place for backtalk. The black-haired boy guessed that he'd just been slacking off too much, and that he needed this training and thus he complied. There was nothing that could keep him from playing tennis, even if he had to round that damn curt 200 times!

Sweat ran over his back in little trickles and the sun shone down on him mercilessly, making him sweat even more. As he ran like that a thought came to his mind and he realised that he did know very well why he had to run. Because of his lack of concentration. They had had practice to train their aiming skills - ball with blue lines supposed to hit the blue hat sitting on the ground and so on - and he had missed more than just once. More than 10 times to be specific. Inui would know the exact count but he was SO not going to ask.

A serious pout made the youngest Seigaku regular's lips curl up. It's not like it was his fault that he had constantly missed the damn mark. No, actually it was Fuji's.

So it was rather hot today, yes, but that wasn't an excuse for the brunet to pour a bottle of water over his hair and face, that made his skin even more wet and slippery and glistening in the sun and his hair stick to his heated skin.

Ryoma stopped that thought before it had the chance to head into the wrong direction. No... no, it was his own fault that he had let this absolutely gorgeous sight distract him that much. The boy shook his head. What in the world was he thinking? Fuji was a boy just like himself and... and... Involuntarily his thoughts drifted off to an event that had happened not even two weeks ago and his head turned beet red in an instant.

With a low huff he slowed his steps down and stopped in front of a water dispenser to cool off his head. Why did he have to think about that all the time? He shouldn't. Really not. So yes, he liked it, but that was about it. Or so he tried to convince himself all the time.

The truth was though that he even dreamt about it every other night and found himself waking up, bathed in sweat and covered by a rather stained sheet.

Shaking his head with an annoyed sound Ryoma resumed running, rounding the court for the 75th time. He still wanted to know who these two strangers were, who had managed to undo him like that and with so much ease as it seemed. They definitely knew what they were doing to him. And damn they did a good job at it.

The boy bit his lip as he felt a familiar prickling feeling spread through his groin, but he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and vigorously forced it away. It was enough if he dreamed about it at night; he would not let himself go there by day as well. No way.

Finally having finished his 100 laps Ryoma slowed down. His heart raced and his chest heaved and sank heavily with every puffed pant. Maybe... just maybe those forceful thoughts had made him run faster that he actually should have.

Plopping down on a bench he tried to catch his breath while his eyes slid over the court. Since he already needed some time to wait for his body to calm down he might as well sweep the court. He was the last remaining Seigaku member around anyway, so he actually had to do it.

Huffing once more he got up from the bench and desperately tried not to let his thoughts trail off to Fuji, his... `adventure' or Tezuka. But of course he failed. And thus his face was still flushed when he finally entered the locker rooms and his thoughts much too occupied as that he could have noticed that the shower was still running. Taking off his clothes he grabbed a towel and made his way over into the small separated room with the showers. Just to stop dead in his tracks.

Did he hear water flowing? Blinking rather irritated Ryoma looked up, paled and stumbled a step back, just to turn beet red one second later.

There stood Fuji and Tezuka in the corner, heavily making out. In fact Fuji was rubbing himself so shamelessly against the older one that the black-haired boy couldn't help but stare, his jaw dropping.

Tezuka moaned hotly into the demanding mouth of his partner, his eyes shut tightly. He was pressed against the tiled wall behind him, his legs wound around Fuji's waist, who used the wall as some kind of support to hold Seigaku's captain up.

Ryoma felt blood rush to various places as he watched the not at all strong looking brunet fucking his taller companion: first there was his groin, making his cock response immediately to the arousing sight, and secondly his head, making him feel dizzy. If there hadn't been the next wall in his back after a few small steps backwards he would have hit the floor for sure.

A hoarse, muffled cry and an equally muffled throaty moan echoed in the room when the couple came, and for a few moments the only sounds where pants and gasps. Still the youngest didn't manage to pry his eyes from them when Fuji slowly pulled out of Tezuka and the older one loosened his legs to stand on his own again.

Then Fuji turned around and looked straight into his slightly widened eyes, being greeted by the sight of him pressing himself so desperately against the wall as if he wanted to melt with it.

"I... better... go..." was all that Ryoma managed to get out, but his legs somehow didn't agree.

"Ah... Echizen." Fuji smiled at the younger one in his typical sweet and innocent way. "Didn't you want to take a shower?"

"I... I don't... want to... disturb... you..."

"Hm?" Fuji blinked quizzically as if he didn't have a clue what the other could mean. Then he glanced at Tezuka and the smile returned, just a bit broader this time. "Oh, we're just finished."

But the look in his eyes when he reopened them for just a heartbeat to fix his gaze on Ryoma betrayed his soft words.

Tezuka had meanwhile turned around to one of the showerheads, turned on the water again and started to clean himself. And this sight didn't really help the black-haired one's face to cool down.

"Ah... sou... ka..."

"Hai." Fuji all but smiled at their youngest comrade, before he extended his arm and waved Ryoma closer. "Come here, I'll wash your back."

"Ah.... hai..."

Ryoma didn't really know why, but the serene smile on the brunet's face made his legs finally obey him again and reluctantly step closer. Or maybe it was the fact that he was naked and wet and... simply looking absolutely gorgeous.

Still blushing a deep crimson red he desperately tried to will his arousal away, as his nakedness did nothing to hide it.

"That's okay, you know?" Fuji spoke softly. "You don't need to feel that embarrassed."

Nodding slightly, Ryoma had the feeling like his head would break off from that simple movement. Since there weren't any stools around, he put his towel aside and stepped under one of the showers that the other boy had turned on for him. For a moment he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of the warm rain, but as he felt Fuji's hands on his back he held his breath and snapped them open again.

"Relax," he heard a soothing voice from behind that made him realise that he tensed almost immediately under that touch. Slowly those hands started to move over his back, rubbing and kneading softly. For a few moments the black-haired one just stood there like that and let Fuji wash his back, but suddenly he blinked. No... no... that... that was impossible... he was imagining things. There was NO way that...

A gasp fell from his lips when he felt those slippery hands trail lower out of a sudden and finally settle on his buttocks, squeezing them gently. Tensing up even more, Ryoma started to shiver. His imagination came up with a not at all helpful scenario right away and he pressed his lips to a thin line.

"Don't be scared," he heard Tezuka say, who stood right next to him out of the blue. Whipping his head around, he stared up at the considerably taller one with widened eyes.

"So... so it was you!" Ryoma cried out as realisation hit him like a slap in the face.

"Hai," a painfully familiar voice purred right next to his hear, sending shivers down his spine. The boy gasped as Fuji now pressed himself flush against his back, pressing his growing arousal into it and his arms coming around the youngest one's waist.

"And you enjoyed it greatly, didn't you?"

Ryoma didn't answer, he was much too busy biting his lip in case not to let the moan escape that was forming in his throat. He had his face lowered again, so that the oldest one couldn't see the shame on his features that he felt over what these two demons did to him, to what he had complied so willingly.

But suddenly there was Tezuka kneeling in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. He gulped.

"Didn't you... little slut?" Fuji purred as his fingers started moving over his front, but their captain didn't miss the emotion flashing over Ryoma's face and through his eyes.

"Don't take it personally," he murmured and leaned in to lick over the tightly squeezed lips, making the black-haired one gasp once more. "Fuji just loves to play."

"I'm no fucking toy!" Ryoma cried out at that, simply trying to cover the fact that these two managed to turn him on so easily with such foul methods. Thus he even missed how Fuji reached out to apply more shower-gel on his slick hands.

"No, you're a fuck-toy," Fuji husked, before his middle-finger snaked between Ryoma's ass-cheeks and pushed inside without hesitation.

"Aah!" The black-haired boy cried out at the initial pain he felt because he was too taut to give in to the invasion immediately. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, his body shivering violently, and thus missed the brown mop that closed in on his crotch. Only when something warm and wet surrounded his half hard erection he snapped them back open, a loud moan falling from his lips.

Slowly Tezuka sucked his member into his mouth, making him forget about the pain in his rear in an instant. With a satisfied grin Fuji pushed his finger deeper inside the slender body, wriggling and turning until he could move it with more ease. They definitely had to do this more often.

After a little while he added the second finger, feeling those wonderfully tight muscles work around them. His own member grew harder with every moment from simply imagining what it would feel like to take that delicious body again, that had just started maturing into an adult's.

Ryoma was definitely lost between all those sensations. He had already known the feeling of something stroking his inner tissues, but that tongue that caressed his cock was new, and definitely a feeling worth experiencing more often.

"Aahh~"

His hips jerked as those fingers continued to stretch him and made him thrust forward into that hot mouth slightly, creating more friction. Soon the third finger was added, and the pace of their movements quickened as Fuji wanted to draw more of these delicious little sounds from their youngest team-mate.

Said one jerked with a loud moan when the prodding fingers hit his prostate and brought himself accidentally maybe a little too deep into Tezuka's mouth as it caused him to back away a bit.

"Ah... su... sumanai.." Ryoma gasped breathlessly, digging his fingers into the wall. He didn't even remember how he put his hands on the flat surface, but he was grateful for it, since he needed something to hold him up.

Fuji grinned next to his ear. "Don't worry, he can handle that," he purred before his arm wrapped itself back around the younger one's waist and lifted him up slightly. "Stand on Tezuka's knees." That was definitely an order and Ryoma complied without even thinking about it. He also followed the movement when Fuji's hand on his back pushed him a bit forward until his head rested on his arms which now were flat against the wall.

Carefully Tezuka parted his knees a bit more, and thus Ryoma's legs as well, but before the black-haired one could grasp another thought he felt Fuji's slick member already pushing inside of him.

"Aahh!"

A long, throaty moan fell from his lips, joined by Fuji who now had no more intention of keeping his sounds to himself. Hot breath touched the sensitive ear, making shivers ran down the slender back of the boy in the middle.

Then the brunet inside of him started to move. Slowly at first but soon speeding up and thrusting harder, driving Ryoma's cock deeper inside the hot and moist cavern that was Tezuka's mouth with every stroke. When his pleasure spot was hit again the boy cried out wantonly, trying to push himself back against Fuji. Said one noticed that of course and grinned. So all their teaching finally showed some results. Good... very good.

Soon the shower-room was filled with gasps, moans and delicious little cries that blended into the always present sound of the falling water around them.

It didn't take long for Ryoma to reach his peak. But as Tezuka noticed the shivers that were getting stronger and stronger he suddenly let go of the hard flesh in his mouth, reached above him to a little bowl that was attached to the shower post and grabbed a small item.

Before the poor boy even noticed what was going on the item was put over his leaking cock, effectively keeping him from finding his release.

"Ah! ... no!" Ryoma all but wailed when he realised that it was that damn cock-ring again. He felt like exploding with Fuji prodding his pleasure spot over and over again, driving him mad! "Please... Aah!"

The plea was soon deformed into a moan again, leaving him panting and writhing in Fuji's arms, who enjoyed that way too much to grant release just then. With a last loud moan he came inside that pliant body, tightening his hold around the narrow waist to keep him close.

Ryoma was whimpering and shivering so violently with need, that the brunet had to congratulate himself for getting what he wanted so easily and with such a perfect result.

"Hmm..." he purred, making the smaller one shiver even more. "That was very nice... but it'll be unfair not to let Tezuka have you as well, don't you think?"

No, right now Ryoma did not think. Not at all.

Carefully Fuji pulled out of him and took a step to the side. He still kept one arm around the other's waist though to keep him from simply collapsing. Meanwhile Tezuka had stood up and took Fuji's place, wrapping his arm around Ryoma's waist so that his partner could let go. Said one then kneeled in front of the youngest, spreading his knees so that Ryoma could stand on them. Looking up into the flushed face, Fuji smiled his typical innocent smile that now contained a predatory twitch of his upper lip.

"Do you even have the slightest idea how absolutely gorgeous you look like this?" he husked, reaching up to move his fingers over the heated skin while Tezuka coated his cock with shower-gel. The only answer he got though was a pleading whimper which was muffled by Ryoma biting his lip.

One moment later that whimper was stretched into a long, lustful moan when the eldest finally entered him. Contrary to Fuji he wasn't that careful and pushed inside with a fast and swift thrust, making Ryoma cry out loudly. Adding to the pulsing hard cock that moved inside him with ease, there was now also Fuji's mouth around his cock, suckling and nibbling and doing other vicious things that would have made him come instantly if he was allowed to.

But now he was hanging there somewhere between earth and heaving, once more completely at the disputable mercy of those two demons.

"Aaahh!" His throat already started to hurt as it got sore from all the moaning and crying, but Ryoma didn't really notice how the sounds he produced became hoarser and hoarser. His mind was focused on the constant waves of pleasure that flowed through him, driving him madder and madder with need for release.

He just couldn't take it anymore. Tezuka's moans next to his ear, his hard cock inside of him and the way he hit or brushed his pleasure spot with each thrust...

"Ahh~! Please...! Fuji-sempai...!" he tried to beg again, pleading the other boy to remove that damn item from hell.

But Fuji had time, a lot of time. And thus he waited, listening to the sounds Ryoma created while he sucked the tip of his erection as if it was the best candy in the world, all the while smiling innocently. Only as he noticed that Tezuka's thrust where getting shorter and harder he finally backed a bit away and removed the ring from the tortured cock.

Ryoma's eyes snapped open and he came with a loud cry, shooting his seed inside Fuji's mouth who had wrapped his lips back around his member. His inner muscles clenched, twitching violently as they clamped down on Tezuka's cock and thus drove him over the edge as well.

The limp arms of the smaller boy lost their grip on the wall and slumped, softly landing on Fuji's shoulders. Once more blackness washed over the black-haired boy, and even though he tried to struggle against it he slowly blacked out.

When Ryoma woke up the next time, he found himself lying on a bench in the locker room, staring at the ceiling. Sitting up maybe a bit too fast he winced with a low hiss as his ass came into contact with the flat surface. For a moment he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax, telling himself over and over again to move with more care.

Then he opened his eyes again and noticed that he was clean and dressed with fresh clothes. Even his hair was washed and still a bit moist. His bag with his dirty clothes was neatly standing next to him, as if nothing had happened.

With clenched fists and face flushed with anger he got up and grabbed his bag to make his way home. He would definitely take them to task and make clear that they couldn't just use them like that at their own will! He was no fucking toy! And no, he wasn't a fuck-toy either!

And he was going to tell them straight to their faces.... later...

~End~

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