Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ To Crack a Nut ❯ Chapter 2

Title : To Crack a Nut ( Chapter 2 )

Fuji's point of view.

Disclaimer : I wish I could kidnap them and keep them locked up in my room forever but, again, they're not mine. * sob sob *

Author's notes : My chapters are not beta-ed. I'm just too lazy. Please feel free to give me a heads up on typos and grammatical errors. Enjoy!

 

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The night that followed suit after our fight had left me upset and I decided to sleep in the guest room. It was hard enough to deal with things at present as Kunimitsu was spending so much time away from home the last month because of his matches but now things were beginning to get tense. Really tensed..

 

Our argument would be considered stupid to others but it was not what it was about rather but how it came about. Working as a professional photographer, I was very successful and had received several jobs from the sports illustrated magazine. There was a huge demand for Tezuka to be on the cover as he was at the moment the hottest tennis player around. Call it a fad if you must.

 

After our relationship had been made public several months ago, sports illustrated had approached me to shoot the cover of their June issue. Who would I be photographing? Well, obviously they had wanted Kunimitsu to do it but, Tezuka being Tezuka, had flat out refused them each time they sent in their proposal. They came to me thinking that I could probably pull some strings and talk him into posing for the cover. Besides being an awesome photographer with a keen eye, I was also always able to persuade my models to agree to have the photo shoot. Much to my dismay though I had expected it, he said no and I was at a lost. For the first time I would be failing at a job and it would bruise my career.

 

I had dreamed of one day being able to photograph Kunimitsu perfectly. His slim yet well built body glistened with sweat under the afternoon sun as he battled out exhausting opponents and his concentration never leaving those brown orbs that was hidden behind those serious frames. It was a shame that others thought of him as cold, though it was one of his huge selling points to come off aloof and made his fan club grow by day.

 

The opportunity happen to come when Sports Illustrated came to me and since it was something I had always wanted to do, it felt easier if I just killed two birds with one stone. Besides, I wanted to prove to others that I was just as capable as him and I wasn't just some untalented ditz that had become involved with Tezuka just for the money and the high life. I could support myself, I was more than able. I could act professionally and wanted to prove a point that I wasn't just some cheap fuck for the night for him. I really did love him. I may not acknowledge it but deep inside, it's eating away at me as I continue to live in his shadow; of the number one tennis player in the world at the moment. The fact that I was able to establish myself without his assistance only to have my career made a laughing stock as I couldn't get my own boyfriend to do a photo shoot, something that I needn't think about twice if they had asked. I couldn't get him to agree.

 

I had heard him outside my door on several occasions that I could not fall asleep. I had laid in bed staring into space while my thoughts a thousand miles away from me. Before I knew it, morning had arrived and it was time to step into the flow of the day. Living with Kunimitsu allowed me to pick up several of his good habits of being irritatingly punctual, well organized and last but not least, discipline though I enjoyed breaking the rules now and then. That probably explains my stack of speeding tickets slowly building up. Bear in mind he knows nothing about them.

 

Blue eyes peek out from my slits located on the upper part of my face. The pillow cushioning my head feels damp. I prop myself up and rest against my elbows and had found myself on the bed in the master bedroom with nothing but my boxers on and a towel around my shoulders. I had probably fallen asleep after my shower a little earlier. I had returned home only to receive dagger glares from the taller man whom I supposed had waited up the entire night for me. Poor thing.

 

I wondered if he had left yet. It was already 11 am. And he would usually be in the gym carrying out his tiresome training. I rolled over on my side and snuggled one of the pillows there drawing in his familiar scent. I missed him so. If only the both of us weren't so stubborn we could end it all with a simple apology but which one of us would say it? Who would surrender first?

 

This is so childish..

 

“ Fuji, are you awake?” Kunimitsu's voice resonates from behind me as I turn to see him walk in with a morning papers in his hands and a coffee mug in his other hand. Odd, I thought I had locked the door and what is he still doing here? I nod in weak response and the taller man pads towards the bed. He empties his hands and lays the coffee and papers down on the side table. I feel the bed depress under his weight as he sits on the side and sighs.

 

“ You shouldn't fall asleep with your hair wet. You'll catch a cold.” His voice remained unraveled but I could sense him trying to be warm. At least he was making an effort to patch things up.

 

“ I didn't know you were my mother, Tezuka-san.” I watched him wince as I addressed him formally and allowed my icy voice to reach his ears though there was a coy tinge. His face remained unreadable and he didn't stagger back. Instead he scooted closer towards me as I rolled back onto my side away from him.

 

“ Syuusuke..” A low husky voice escaped those thin lips. His fingers intertwined with my honey blond locks as he twirled it around his slender fingers. Though startled by his action I kept a straight face, my sapphire orbs remained closed or it would give me away. They held too much emotion; probably why I always sheltered them away from the world by hiding it with my smile. Soothing clawing motions were run through my hair from my hairline backwards. I purred at the contact that I had missed only to pull my defenses back up when I realized what I was doing. Reacting to him. He wouldn't win that easily. He can't beat me at my own game. I pulled away from the contact and threw a pillow over my shoulder to create a space between us.

 

I felt movement on the bed thinking he had retreated and given up. Instead I was surprised when two hands trapped me within an enclosed space as his chest pushed me down on the bed. I remained calm and acted as though he was not there. I began thinking of my many chores I'd have to do once I got out of bed and into the office. I mentally rolled my eyes as I imagined my assistant running to glomp me while crying that I had abandoned him. Why I put up with such idiotic assistants is beyond me but I guess I need their comical expressions throughout the day.

 

I'm pulled back down to earth from my cloud of thoughts as a tongue suggestively dips its way into my navel. It circles around the surface only to dip back in again. His satiny tongue moves upwards to play with a nipple as he gives it a slight nip. I close my eyes as his ministrations as I pretend to remain unfazed. I try to concentrate on the spot on the ceiling, looking pass those broad shoulders and nest of brown hair.

 

When did he turn me on my back? I don't remember moving..

 

He continues teasing my body and places a shower of kisses from my collar bone right down to my treasure trail. His slightly rough hands run up and down the sides of my body and a whimper escapes from me as he nibbles on my ear. Damn him for knowing my weak spots. The taller man repositions himself and now straddles my hips and places my hands on either side of my head to ensure they don't get in the way. His grip around my wrist remains firm as a kiss is placed on my forehead. The kisses continued from my temple, cheek, corner of my mouth only to find their goal as he captures my lips in a sweet unrushed kiss. His glasses press against the bridge of my nose; he moves his face to accommodate me.

 

Kunimitsu deepens the kiss and slowly pushes a tongue against my lower lip seeking entrance. For several moments I do not relent, debating if I should go along with this but my curious nature wonders how far he'll take this. Would it end up being make-up sex or the fuel of another argument to break out? I smirked into the kiss and I allow him to taste my heated cavern. His tongue finds mine and coaxes me into a lazy battle for dominance. The dance last for several moments as he releases my wrist and tangles his fingers in my hair. Gently he pulls my head backward slightly to allow him better access to my mouth.

 

He moans into the kiss as he grinds his semi hard manhood against mine and I grin. Now I've got the ball in my court. He breaks the kiss as he feels my lips curve upwards and throws me a bland look. His lust darkened obsidian eyes burn right into mine as blue orbs meet his gaze. I reach up to remove those darn glasses that always tend to get in the way only to stop halfway.

 

What am I doing?!

 

My hand stops midway in the air and lingers, only returning back to the bed as I turn away. From the corner of my eye I see a slight twitch in the alabaster skinned man above me. He grazes my cheek with the back of his knuckles and turns my face to look up at him. I redirect my gaze at something far away behind his left shoulder and think maybe I'm being too harsh on him. Besides, he was trying to make up for it.

 

A dangerous sultry smile glides its way on my soft features and my eyes are hidden behind that smile again. He cocks his head to the right, something I've realized he picked up since moving in with me. Do I do that? I don't think so.

 

“ Kunimitsu, could you please get off of me?” My lips remained upturned; his expression giving away nothing as he moves to allow me space.

 

So he didn't put up much of a fight; make that nothing at all.

 

He moves away from me feeling defeated and sits on the side of the bed. The taller man reaches to rub his neck, probably embarrassed that he had been rejected and the feud wasn't over yet. I push myself using my knuckles and maneuver off the bed and stand. Tezuka has his head in his hands and rubbing at his temples in circular motions. The over exaggerated rise and fall of his chest indicated large intakes of breath which he only did when he felt exasperated. Not much of a reaction but for Tezuka that was plenty. His every movement spoke volumes.

 

I padded over to his side of the bed, a tent raised in his boxers; a sign of a clear erection. Was he sighing that he had to probably take a cold shower? I sniggered at that and walked towards the miserable man. Or should I say, sexually frustrated man. I draped my arms around his shoulders as he turned to look up at me. I smiled and dropped to my knees; my hands tracing the outline of his broad shoulders that seemed to narrow at the waistline. My face was positions right in front of his crotch. Though he didn't twitch, his stern eyes watched me closely. I blew against his boxers and watched in amusement as the hard organ twitched in it's restraint. I reached pass the waistband and took him out. He moaned as I wrapped my agile fingers around his length and gave it a light squeeze.

 

Brown orbs were darkened with lust as I nipped the head of the hard member. Naturally his fingers found their way into my hair and he gave a slight push towards his crotch to motion for me to engulf the throbbing member in my heat. I wouldn't let him have it easy and licked the head of hard rob and held the base to avoid him from thrusting into my mouth. I tasted pre cum leaking out from the slit. I licked my lips and gave another blow of breathe to watch his manhood twitch again. It was rather amusing.

 

I gave in and took him into my mouth and deep throated him. Allowing my throat to relax, I swirled around the head again before beginning a slow torturous rhythm that would have driven anyone nuts. I created a tight vacuum around the member and sucked hard as I reached the end. The alabaster skinned man had his eyes shut as he was lost in passion. Hips were trusted further into my mouth and I had to try hard not to gag. I sped up significantly and drew him close to completion. I had a tent bulge of my own twitching in my boxers as I sucked him off.

 

“ Syuu.. Can't.. Coming..” He gasped between gasps of breath as he spilled himself in my mouth. A small amount dripped from my lips as I swallowed the rest of his seed that left a salty and bitter after taste in my mouth.

 

Before I could stand to my knees I was yanked up and thrown onto the bed as he straddled my hips. He crashed our lips together, his hands playing with my hard erect nubs. A groan caught in my throat as he grinded his once again erected member against my own in rough circular motions. He bit my shoulder possessively, surely leaving a mark later after breaking the kiss. I gasped at the sudden pain on my collar bone. He hooked both sides of my boxes and easily pulled them off me. He sat up abruptly and pulled his shirt off returning to his ministrations of me but not before reaching over to grab the lube from the side drawer.

 

“ Syuu..” His throaty husky voice whispered my name as I bit my lip in anticipation.

 

This was going way too fast, but who am I to complain?

 

He popped the bottle of lube open and squirted a reasonable amount onto his palm as he slicked himself thoroughly. He repositioned himself between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around him. A slender index finger circled my entrance before dipping in. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion like a virgin though this was hardly my first time. No matter how many times we had sex, it would still never be used to the overwhelming passion and pleasure that it brought upon reaching completion.

 

Shortly after a second finger entered me and began stretching me in a scissor motion. Chaste of kisses being bestowed upon me to distract my attention away from the uncomfortable fingering. Voluntarily I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down for a kiss. This time he allowed me to dominate his kiss as I tasted every nook and cranny of his velvety cavern. He tasted sweet on my pellet and I licked my lips after breaking the kiss. Kunimitsu pumped his fingers out of me repeatedly after another finger was inserted. He stretched me considerably to accommodate himself and cause me least discomfort but right now my throbbing member was causing me to go crazy with impatience. I thrust my hips upwards to collide with his firm abdomen and created some friction.

 

He propped my legs above his shoulder to allow harder and deeper penetration. I gave him a nod to notify him that I was ready when our eyes met. I winced at the sudden intrusion pass the tight ring of muscle. Pushing all the way in, he waited till he was fully seated before starting to move. The taller man pulled all the way out before pushing back in harder than before and going at a steady but fast paced rhythm that brought us both to the edge rather soon. He bit my shoulder again, this time so hard it brought tears to my eyes.

 

What was he doing?

 

My head was swimming with confused thoughts that floated around without allowing me to understand its meaning. I opened my eyes to find the room spinning as Tezuka continued to pound into me. Trickles of sweat along his body reminded of me how he looked when fighting an opponent on the court as he returned volleys and executed perfect drop shots. The only difference was his gaze; concentration was now replaced with lust and love. Yes, he did love me.

 

I moaned as these thoughts only seemed to turn me on more. He wrapped his hand around my length and stroked it to the rhythm. I felt that familiar tightening of muscles and knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I was about to warn him but what escaped my lips were half words and more groans and moans. A moment after that, I spilled my seed across both our abdomens as he followed after several more thrust into my tight heat and emptied into me. The brown eyed man went limp and collapsed atop of me. I closed my eyes and smiled as his weight pinned me down.

 

Poor Kunimitsu. He must've been really stressed to go at it like that.

 

I smiled, absent mindedly caressing his cheek with my knuckles like he did before. He began to stir and kissed my porcelain skin that was flushed; the color residing slowly as my breathing began to even out. We stayed so with my arms wrapped possessively around him for several moments just enjoying each other's company and the silence. Finally he pulled himself both out of my embrace and me. I thought he was going to roll over and lay beside me but instead he returned to his sitting position at the side of the bed. My smile remained though I was internally frowning and glaring at the back of his head. I wanted to bore a hole through his head.

 

What's this about? We had make-up sex so what's wrong now?!

 

I swallowed before shifting to raise form the bed too. My eyes glanced around the room for my boxers that Kunimitsu had removed and probably thrown to some corner. I spotted it lying in the middle of the room and moved to pick it up. I had better have a shower again, throw the sheets into the cycle before leaving for work. I'd most probably end up staying there till late tonight.

 

Picking up my boxers, I grabbed my damp towel from the side of the bed where he too had carelessly thrown it and took a change of clothes; setting it out on the bed. I was about to enter the bathroom with my towel in hand when strong arms pulled me into a loose embrace. My back remained turned to him as he buried his face in my back.

 

What now.

 

“ You missed practice?” It was a rhetorical question which I didn't think he was going to answer. I just wanted him to release me so I could go get ready for work. Unlike pro tennis players, normal people like me still needed to earn a living. Though he's earning more than enough to support the both of us, like I said I still want a life of my own.

 

He murmured something which I couldn't make out in response to my question/statement. I pulled away from him only to have him tighten his grip around my waist. I took a deep breath this time pulling away harder. He remained firm and didn't budge.

 

“ Mitsu, I have to get ready for work now let go. I need to wash up.” My voice was slightly agitated and reflected how I felt.

 

“ I know. Why don't I join you? It's faster.” The tennis player placed a kiss to the back of my neck.

 

“ You can have it after I'm done. You've got nothing on for the rest of the day.” I began to push against his hands to break through his linked hands but he was stronger than me physically.

 

“ But I'm going out too.” With that said he pulled pushed me into the shower against my own better judgment.

 

I don't think I'm ever going to make it to work this way..

 

 

 

 

TBC…

 

 

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