ketchup (ketchupblood) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-09-03 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ketchupblood, prince of tennis, week 2: prompt 2 |
Prince of Tennis (Tezuka/Fuji) [week 2 - prompt 2]
Title: After Practice
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: R
Warnings: Smut, slash
Word Count: 389
Author's Notes: It was supposed to be a really long fic, but I ran out of time because of my sister.
Tezuka hated showering with the team after practice because apparently Fuji had no scruples about showing himself naked to other guys. And Tezuka knew they looked, because who could look away? Of course, he might have been a bit biased, but he was certain that every single member of the Seigaku Tennis Club had checked Fuji out at least once, and some quite more than that.
Of course, it only made sense then to ask Fuji to stay after everyone else for some reason or another and, when Tezuka was certain no one else remained, to push Fuji against a wall and undress him all over again and run his hands up and down Fuji's cock and then shove a finger into Fuji's tight hole while Fuji moaned and undressed him. By the time he pushed the second finger into Fuji, Fuji would have already gotten him out of his pants and would be stroking him and then he wouldn't be able to take it anymore and he would grab the closest thing to lube that he could—often Fuji's lotion—slather it over Fuji, and then Fuji's legs would be around him and he would push into Fuji. Sometimes he would touch Fuji's cock while he did this, sometimes Fuji had to do it himself.
It was always rushed and always a little rough, but something in the way Fuji watched him hungrily through practice told him that Fuji didn't mind at all. And when it was over and they had washed again and had dressed, sometimes they would part ways at the school gate and go home and sometimes Fuji would follow Tezuka home, where Tezuka's parents had already grown used to having Fuji over and Tezuka's grandfather had practically adopted Fuji. Sometimes, Tezuka would follow Fuji, to where Yumiko would smirk at them knowingly and where Fuji's often overworked mother would smile nicely and ask Fuji why he couldn't be 'such a good boy, like Tezuka' and Fuji would smile and say something nice and usher his mother into her room while Tezuka finished whatever she had been doing.
Sometimes, they just walked and as nice as it felt to be pounding into Fuji after practice, the times when they just walked next to each other, sometimes talking but most often not, were still Tezuka's favorite.