ketchup (ketchupblood) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-28 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ketchupblood, prince of tennis, week 2: prompt 5 |
Prince of Tennis ( Tezuka/Fuji ) [ week 2 - prompt 5 ]
Title: Model
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slashy pr0n (better than regular pr0n!)
Word Count: ~2,300
Summary: Tezuka has to deal with perhaps the most troublesome photographer known to man and Fuji has to deal with the most incompetent model. But they manage, of course.
5. I might like you better if we slept together
When Tezuka Kunimitsu took the pro tennis world by storm the year after he graduated from high school, he learned two things. One, the pro tennis world was impressive, but unlike the opponents he had faced in junior high, they had to obey the laws of physics. Thus, it was fairly simple for him to overtake many of the major players (come on now. Roger Federer might be the best tennis player to have ever existed, but even he had to obey things like gravity whereas Tezuka had no such handicaps) and come out on top. Two, pro tennis had very little to do with tennis and a great deal to do with posing for pictures with GatoradeTM.
So while he would have been surprised and perhaps a bit upset at the fact that he had spent the last three hours posing for a photographer that just couldn’t seem to be satisfied with him, he was really very matter of fact about it right then.
"Lift your hand up a little..."
Tezuka obeyed. He didn't know why they absolutely needed to have Fuji Syuusuke shooting this particular photo shoot, but he was supposedly the best and since he wasn't going to be able to talk his manager out of it, he thought he might as well obey as not.
"No, not like that." Fuji's smile turned down a little. "You're too tense. Pretend you're casually running your hand through your hair or something."
Tezuka frowned a little. "I don't normally..."
"I suppose not." Fuji said. "Alright, why don't we take a break now or something? I don't think we're really getting anywhere."
Tezuka could have told him that an hour ago. Still, he wasn't objecting and he stepped down from the platform that they were shooting on and went to get some water. It was a little past four. If things progressed as they had been that day, he probably wouldn't be able to get to the courts at all, and he would really rather not get out of shape. He'd have to talk to his manager about that. Oishi tended to understand these things, to some extent.
There weren't any vending machines at the photo studio—now that he thought about it, he remembered his manager saying something about it being privately owned—so he resorted to the drinking fountain, which was lukewarm and had a slightly metallic taste. Still, it was better than nothing, and Tezuka made a mental reminder to bring a few water bottles with him next time they came here. Which was a given, that they would come again. There was no conceivable way that they could finish shooting that day.
"...just don't think that this will work." Fuji was saying to Oishi when Tezuka returned.
"You don't think what will work?" Tezuka asked.
"Ah, Tezuka-san." Fuji turned to him and said bluntly, "I don't think I can work with you. You're just not a very responsive model."
Tezuka wondered if he was supposed to be offended. "I see."
Fuji then promptly ignored him and turned back to Oishi. "So if you don't mind, I'll just return your payment and you can find another photographer."
"Fuji-san." Tezuka knew that tone. He almost felt bad for Fuji—almost, not quite. He had decided to be offended, in the end—because when Oishi spoke in that tone, not even Tezuka was inclined to argue. "Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to get this contract?"
Fuji apparently had very good survival instincts and he said, "Never mind. Come, Tezuka-san, we need to finish shooting."
And Tezuka found himself promptly dragged off back in front of the camera by a man whose slender build really shouldn't have been able to drag him anywhere. Fuji then proceeded to spend the next three hours snapping away at Tezuka with his camera and dictating instructions while Tezuka spent his time alternatively not looking at the camera and looking at Fuji, who—while completely intolerable on a personal level—really was rather sexy, when he thought about it.
Needless to say, Fuji didn't end up taking any satisfactory pictures and Tezuka was informed that he would have to come back in two days; Fuji was busy the next day. Tezuka agreed eagerly, since it would leave him a day to practice. Of course, he would much rather have had more than one day, but it really couldn't be helped.
It was then that he realized Oishi had already left. Which was odd, since his manager tended to mother him and everyone else obsessively, but apparently (according to the man who delivered the news to Tezuka) his own mother had fallen ill and Oishi felt compelled to take care of her.
Which was all very well and good, until Tezuka remembered that they were not in Tokyo; they were, in fact, in a fairly rural little village where taxis did not come around every five seconds. The train was not even an option at this point. The last time Tezuka had gone on a train he had been very nearly mobbed by fans. Only Oishi's quick thinking and a pair of very large crazy cat woman sunglasses had saved him. Of course, everything would have been alright if Oishi had left the car; naturally, he had not.
So Tezuka was forced somehow, by some freak accident of nature, to ask for a ride from Fuji. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or disappointed when Fuji agreed, but he had asked for it, so he followed Fuji to his car and prepared for the one and a half hour drive to Tokyo. Why Fuji chose to commute so much was quite beyond him, but it wasn't his place to ask, so he didn't.
When they got into the car, Fuji asked him to "Wait a second, please" before opening the passenger side door and unceremoniously shoving a large pile of... something into the back seat and motioning for Tezuka to get in. "Sorry about that." He said, "I normally don't drive people so my car isn't very tidy."
"No, it's not a problem." Tezuka said. If he had control of his own car (he didn't. Oishi had control of his car, for some reason or another) he supposed it would be just as messy.
Fuji nodded, having expected the answer which, while it was not meant to be the formulaic and traditional answer, still was just that. Then he turned on the engine and started his radio. The classical music station which Tezuka listened to apparently was nothing at all in vein with Fuji's tastes and Tezuka had to suppress a wince as something came on.
"It's traditional Chinese opera." Fuji informed him.
"It's very..." Tezuka struggled to find a word.
"Different?"
Tezuka could imagine that Fuji was smirking just then, which turned him on a bit more than it really should have. "Yes."
They rode in silence for a bit, and just when Tezuka was about used to the music enough to doze off and about to calm down from his earlier excitement, Fuji started talking.
"You know, you really are impossible to work with." He said, completely emotionless.
"I apologize." Tezuka matched Fuji's tone.
"No need. I don't think you're really doing anything particularly wrong, I just don't think I like you much." Fuji said.
"A pity." Tezuka said and then, after a pause, he added, "I don't suppose I can change your mind."
"Oh, I don't know." Fuji said. "I suppose I might like you more if you let me fuck you."
Tezuka thought for a moment. "Alright."
Fuji braked, very suddenly. Tezuka found himself thrown forward into his seatbelt and suddenly a little short of breath. He looked over at Fuji, who was staring at the staring wheel in shock. "I had not expected you to say that."
"Sorry."
Fuji looked up from the staring wheel at him, eyes a little open. "Why would I want those?" He then threw the car into park, opened the door, stepped out, and motioned for Tezuka to follow, which Tezuka did.
Now, Tezuka might normally have protested to parking in the middle of the road but this road was apparently never traveled on, or so Oishi had mentioned to him once. So when Fuji pushed him against a tree and started sucking at his mouth and unbuttoning his shirt, Tezuka didn't really protest. In fact, he even opened his mouth to allow Fuji access and slid his own hand up Fuji's sweater and, when he found that Fuji had nothing else on beneath the sweater, sliding his hand up Fuji's chest to pinch at his nipples. His other hand tangled itself in Fuji's hair and gently pushed his head closer, while his tongue had entered into some sort of combat sport with Fuji's.
After what seemed like an eternity, but really couldn't have been much longer than a minute or so (it wasn't Fuji's fault it took so long; having Tezuka's tongue exploring every little inch of his mouth and Tezuka's fingers doing something with his chest was really very distracting), Fuji finally managed to get Tezuka's shirt off. He broke away from the kiss and started trailing kisses down Tezuka's well muscled chest while his fingers unbuckled Tezuka's belt. Once that was out of the way, he unbuttoned the pants and, deciding that the zipper was too much trouble, just yanked them down.
He let one hand massage Tezuka's erection through his boxers while the other hand, soon joined by Tezuka's hand when Tezuka let his knees give way and pulled Fuji down to the floor with him, went to free his own. His mouth seemed to lose interest in trailing kisses and was currently occupying itself with sucking at Tezuka's nipple.
"You know..." Tezuka gasped out, wrapping his hand firmly around Fuji's cock, "When I said alright, I didn't really mean right now."
Fuji gave a little moan and gently bit Tezuka's nipple. "You're not really complaining..."
"No." Tezuka agreed. He was definitely not complaining, especially since Fuji had just given him control of Fuji's cock and was pulling his boxers off and staring at his cock, though how much he could see was anyone's guess. Tezuka just knew that he wasn't really in the right state of mind to be analyzing his surroundings at all and that his eyes had yet to adjust to the dark. That the headlights were still on didn't help.
Then Fuji's mouth was on his cock and he really wasn't thinking at all. He just kept his hand moving up and down on Fuji's erection and he found that trying to do just that when Fuji was licking and sucking and kissing and doing who knows what else to his throbbing flesh was hard enough.
Then Fuji's hand was on his buttocks and squeezing and caressing them and pulling them apart and then Fuji had a finger circling around his entrance and then a finger inside of him. Tezuka gasped, a sharp stab of pain cutting through the pleasure. "Lubricant..."
Fuji stopped, and Tezuka really wished he hadn't said anything. "Oh. Right." Fuji got up and walked back to the car, opening the back door and digging through its contents (and showing Tezuka a fairly nice view of his backside—Tezuka's eyes had adjusted then) before returning with a bottle of lotion. He put that on the ground beside the tree Tezuka was still leaning against and resumed doing exactly what he had been doing before, which was to say, taking every conscious thought in Tezuka's mind and turning it into something not quite on par with anything even somewhat resembling rational thought.
Tezuka clumsily stroked Fuji again while Fuji pushed a second finger into his hole, twisting his fingers and exploring the tight space with them. It hurt, since Tezuka hadn’t done this in a while, but it felt so good. When Fuji pulled his fingers out, Tezuka gasped in disappointment and spread his legs out, encouraging the man who he'd strongly disliked about an hour ago (amazing what a car ride can do, really) to hurry up and fuck him.
Fuji obliged and, slathering the lotion onto his cock generously, slowly pushed into Tezuka.
"Faster..." Tezuka thrust against Fuji and then he couldn't say any more because Fuji's lips were on his mouth and Fuji's tongue was running against his again. Still, Fuji thrust into Tezuka harder then and pulled out and thrust in again and again while their tongues danced over each other until finally Tezuka couldn't take it anymore and came in an explosion of light (or at least, in Tezuka's mind. There wasn't actually any light, of course). Fuji followed soon and Tezuka felt Fuji's cum inside of him.
They sat there for a moment before Fuji realized that he should probably get out of Tezuka and Tezuka realized that they might want to put their clothes back on. Well, Fuji did get out of Tezuka, though it took them a bit longer to get around to putting their clothes on.
As Tezuka pulled his pants on, he realized that his cell phone was vibrating furiously. He sighed and, after a quick look at the caller ID, flipped it open and said, "Hello?"
"Sorry I had to leave you like that. You got home OK, right?" Oishi's voice was static-y through the phone. Tezuka wondered where the nearest cell phone tower was.
"I'm on my way now." Not strictly a lie, after all.
"Alright. Are you going to have to go back to get more pictures done?"
Tezuka nodded out of habit and said, "Yes. In two..."
Fuji grabbed the cell phone from his hands. "I'll be needing him again tomorrow, if you don't mind, Oishi-san."
Tezuka raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. It wasn't as if he had anything against that.