shiraume_fic | [Prince of Tennis] Seven Days: The Third

Seven Days: The Third

384 words. Rated NC-17 for sexual content. Originally written on 10/20/2006, right after reading Genius 321 (the Fuji vs. Shiraishi match during the Nationals).

Tezuka's mouth pressed hard against his. Fuji nipped at him, unrepentant when fire flashed in Tezuka's eyes. The bathroom wall was hard and cold on his back, but Tezuka was -- Fuji gasped, clutching at Tezuka -- grinding their hips together, the friction maddeningly hot. Fuji tore his mouth away to whisper, "Yes," and Tezuka went still for a heartbeat.

The next moment, Tezuka's kiss took his breath away as a hand resolutely grasped his cock, stroking hard and slow, and Fuji had to bite down on Tezuka's shoulder to keep quiet. The bathroom's stale air burned in his throat, parching his mouth. Tezuka was rutting against him in short, jerky motions, their lower bodies pressed together impossibly tight. Fuji panted harshly in Tezuka's ear, feeling Tezuka's movement become faster, harder, losing all semblance of rhythm. Tezuka grabbed his chin, fucking his mouth with same feral intensity as his hand on Fuji's cock, and Fuji came with a muffled scream, nearly biting down on Tezuka's tongue in his mouth.

When Fuji's vision cleared again, Tezuka was still pressed against him, hand warm on the side of his hip, lips tracing beads of sweat? tears? running on his cheek. Languidly they kissed again, their earlier heat not quite dissipated, but simmered down to a slower burn. Tezuka's hand on his hipbone was a gentle pressure, and Fuji smiled tiredly, reading the silent question there -- whether he was all right.

"We need to get back," Fuji whispered, his throat dry and voice hoarse. Tezuka's lips moved silently against his temple, trailing down to the corner of an eye. Fuji smiled without opening his eyes, tilting up his head to meet him in a gentle kiss. A moment later, while Fuji rearranged his clothing and attempted to look presentable, Tezuka's eyes lingered on him, heavy as a physical touch. Fuji took his time straightening his shirt, adjusting his jersey with a deliberate grace one might better use for stripping. If Tezuka noticed what Fuji was doing, he made no sign of it.

When they were about to leave, Tezuka stopped him with a hand on his elbow. "Good game," Tezuka said firmly, and the heated spark in his eyes made Fuji smile slowly, with an answering gleam of a silent promise in his eyes.

"Thank you."

Fin

Note: In Genius 321, Fuji's defeat is one of the pivotal moments in his character development. Speculation being the name of the game for pairings, I saw two ways that Tezuka and Fuji could progress from there: this one is where Fuji's loss helps further their relationship. "California Dreaming," written a month later, is one where things go straight to hell after the Shiraishi match. Though this one is much shorter (and unreleased until now), I've always considered the two fics flipsides of each other.