Prince of Tennis Version 2.0
The Official Prince of Tennis Version 2.0 Kink Meme!
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postSTAY ANONYMOUSE! Please ( Read more... )
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postSTAY ANONYMOUSE! Please ( Read more... )
Tezuka came out of the shower, crosses the changing room at a precise angle in four carefully measured steps and bent to grope for his glasses on the section of bench that had been 'his' for the year.
Not finding them, he turns to send an unfocussed glare at whichever of his teammates was responsible. Blinking water out of his eyes as he hadn't bothered to before, he could see the blue smudges agains the white walls that might belong to bodies or might equally be jackets hung carefully on the pegs provided.
A light hand brushes his dripping fringe out of his eyes. Tezuka turns and squints as the figure steps back out of range.
"Fuji?" he asks, unable to completely keep the uncertainty from his voice. A familiar chuckle and Fuji moves close enough for him to confirm it.
"Shh," came the gentle murmur as Fuji pushed him down and slid onto his lap, his towel sliding off - or slid off, more likely - and landing on the floor.
"Fuji, we can't..." Tezuka tries again before being cut off by a mouth over his. He's fairly sure that they are alone - even if Fuji might be tempted to molest him with an audience, the chances of their audience remaining this quiet is practically nil. Still, they are at school of all places - anyone might walk in. It's Oishi's night to lock up and even if he forgets, their coach will be making his checks in ten minutes or so and....
"We'll have to be quiet, hm?" Fuji asks as he pulls back a little, perhaps reading some of his inward panic in his eyes.
Then he leans back in, one hand tightening in Tezuka's hair, sending trickles of lukewarm water down his back. As his other hand slips between their bodies, Tezuka finds his objections rapidly fading before the overwhelming sensation of being Fuji's sole focus.
A few minutes later, the door handle rattles and his body stiffens in suddenly remembered panic, eyes darting blindly towards the door, his gasp silenced by a firm hand over his mouth. They listen in frozen silence as the footsteps move away.
Tezuka buries his face in Fuji's neck, shaking slightly with relief. Fuji's arms wrap around him.
"Shh, I locked the door, Kunimitsu," he says in the quiet of the room. "Trust me, hm?"
Tezuka forces his body to relax because really he does trust Fuji, trusts him with a lot more than making sure they don't get caught kissing in the changing rooms after practice, it's just that without his glasses he is vulnerable and he knows that Fuji likes him that way.
He lifts his head to meet Fuji's eyes with cheeks that are only slightly flushed and is rewarded with a beaming smile and a kiss brushed on his nose with a playfulness no one else quite dares around him.
Tezuka then pulls him into a much deeper kiss because he's 17 and Fuji's 4, they're both teenagers and honestly kissing's a lot easier without his glasses in the way.
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