relativity
My first PoT fic, I hope it turned out ok. I'm not used to writing Fuji or Tezuka so OOC ness is probably guaranteed.
In other (random) news: my tree in my backyard fell down. wtf.
Title: Relativity
Author:my_imaginating
Pairing: Tezuka x Fuji
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Warning: Boys liking boys. Nudity. No beta.
Word count: 1197
Summary: It was all relative. Time was weird like that.
Inspired by this quote:
“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” -- Albert Einstein
For Tezuka Kunimitsu, the significant moments in his life moved in a time different from normal.
Take playing tennis for example. Every match, every serve, every volley, every smash. Every moment spent out on that court seemed to take a lifetime in no time at all. Nothing had ever been comparable to it and nothing had captivated him more.
Nothing that is, until the moment he saw Fuji Syusuke play tennis.
Lost in the sea of freshmen in the tennis club, Tezuka had never noticed him before, and especially not after the hazing inflicted by the older students in the tennis club. Tezuka kept to himself mostly, with only the mother-hen Oishi flitting nervously around him. Oishi liked tennis too, so Tezuka liked Oishi.
Then during one practice, like gravity, Tezuka felt his gaze pulled to a practice match a court away. The slender boy had moved with an innate gracefulness which belied his apparent power. Each stroke was thought out in a perfect counter seemingly without effort. His brown hair, a little long, swung past his laughing narrowed eyes. Just then, as the match was about to end, the boy’s eyes opened to reveal breathtaking blue.
“That Fuji Syusuke is amazing,” a voice murmured.
Tezuka turned to find his perpetual stalker, a black-haired boy wearing thick square-cut opaque looking glasses named Inui, standing next to him with a notebook. Inui had apparently been fascinated with Tezuka ever since he started at Seigaku and had been furiously taking notes on all his movements during practices. The only reason Tezuka even remembered his name was because Oishi had mentioned it a couple times. It was nice to know Tezuka wasn’t the only subject featured in that notebook of his.
Still, Tezuka agreed with the sentiment. Although he might also use the world “beautiful” as well. Fuji Syusuke, was it?
Since then, Tezuka always found his gaze slipping toward Fuji, even outside of tennis. He noticed a few things.
Fuji Syusuke was in the class next door to his. His clingy redheaded best friend was named Eiji. He was kind to everyone and had a lieu of admirers, male and female. He had a wicked sense of humor, and combined with an innocent smile made his actions seem slightly unnerving. And he looked beautiful, in clothes and out.
It had been an accident. It wasn’t too polite to look at others in the locker room, so Tezuka never chanced to look around. But on this fateful day, his foot accidentally kicked a couple tennis balls that fell out of his bag and, on his hands and knees, Tezuka wound up looking up at a very naked Fuji.
It was the first time Fuji had ever spoken directly to Tezuka, and what came out of the angel’s mouth was: “Hello, I believe I found your balls.” Check that, he wasn’t an angel; more like a devil. Fuji winked at Tezuka before pushing a fuzzy yellow tennis ball toward Tezuka with his bare foot, lingering just a little with his big toe. Yes, definitely a devil. One sent to torture innocent souls named Tezuka Kunimitsu for his own amusement.
Tezuka swallowed hard. He was aware that he had been staring up idiotically for a few moments before Fuji had even said a word because he had, in those precious few seconds, seared every visible inch of Fuji’s body into his mind. The way the light in the locker room shone like a halo in his hair, the amused but completely focused blue eyes, the light compact body, the muscles that were slimly defined in his forearms and creamy thighs, the cock that even while soft was impressive in size. And under Tezuka’s intense gaze, he saw Fuji’s cock stirring slightly. Closing his eyes and breaking his gaze before he did something stupid (like jump Fuji right then and there), Tezuka gave himself a mental shake. Getting hard in the middle of a locker room full of guys while on the very cold floor on one’s hands and knees was NOT GOOD.
Slowly, he picked up the tennis ball and got up. Using his glasses as a temporary shield for his eyes, he muttered a quick “thank you” before hurrying back to his own bag. Oishi glanced at his flushed face curiously but let it go when it seemed Tezuka didn’t want to talk about it.
From that point on, Tezuka was hyper aware of everywhere Fuji was, and put himself as far away as possible. He had never felt this way before, had never obsessed over anything other than tennis before. Every time he passed Fuji, he felt the air slow around them, like time had ceased to flow properly. And just as quickly, the moment passed and Tezuka was alone again.
Every minute of Fuji’s absence dragged for Tezuka, and every second he stood watching from a distance felt like nothing at all.
SLAM.
Tezuka winced. It wasn’t often that Oishi wasn’t with him after practice, but apparently he and Eiji had hit it off after their initial fighting and now were headed off for some extra doubles practice together. All the other freshmen had left as well, leaving only Fuji in the locker room with him.
“Tezuka-kun.”
Tezuka tensed and turned to face him. He watched as frustration flashed through the blue eyes before noticing that Fuji was wearing a towel and nothing else. His breath hitched and he backed into his locker.
“I’m sorry for teasing you the other day.” This smile looked a little off, his eyes barely visible in their narrowed state. “You just looked a little cute, sitting there on the floor looking for your tennis balls. So forget about it, okay? Can we be friends?”
Mind rapidly thinking, Tezuka gave his answer carefully. “No.” He watched as the perpetual angelic smile slipped a little off Fuji’s face. “I can’t really forget about it. I’ve been thinking of nothing but you since that day. No, since before that day. I can’t even think about tennis anymore.” He took a breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you.”
The smile had changed to one bordering on joyful but still tinged slightly with confusion. “You don’t hate me?”
There was really only one suitable answer for that question. Tezuka just pulled Fuji toward him and kissed him.
After a little make-out session (complete with a little groping and the loss of the towel as well as Tezuka’s clothing), the two boys tumbled into the nearby shower together.
“Hey, Tezuka, do you ever feel like time seems to move differently when we’re around each other?”
Tezuka smiled against Fuji’s skin, the water running in rivulets down their bodies. “Well, that’s relativity.”
In other (random) news: my tree in my backyard fell down. wtf.
Title: Relativity
Author:my_imaginating
Pairing: Tezuka x Fuji
Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Warning: Boys liking boys. Nudity. No beta.
Word count: 1197
Summary: It was all relative. Time was weird like that.
Inspired by this quote:
“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” -- Albert Einstein
For Tezuka Kunimitsu, the significant moments in his life moved in a time different from normal.
Take playing tennis for example. Every match, every serve, every volley, every smash. Every moment spent out on that court seemed to take a lifetime in no time at all. Nothing had ever been comparable to it and nothing had captivated him more.
Nothing that is, until the moment he saw Fuji Syusuke play tennis.
Lost in the sea of freshmen in the tennis club, Tezuka had never noticed him before, and especially not after the hazing inflicted by the older students in the tennis club. Tezuka kept to himself mostly, with only the mother-hen Oishi flitting nervously around him. Oishi liked tennis too, so Tezuka liked Oishi.
Then during one practice, like gravity, Tezuka felt his gaze pulled to a practice match a court away. The slender boy had moved with an innate gracefulness which belied his apparent power. Each stroke was thought out in a perfect counter seemingly without effort. His brown hair, a little long, swung past his laughing narrowed eyes. Just then, as the match was about to end, the boy’s eyes opened to reveal breathtaking blue.
“That Fuji Syusuke is amazing,” a voice murmured.
Tezuka turned to find his perpetual stalker, a black-haired boy wearing thick square-cut opaque looking glasses named Inui, standing next to him with a notebook. Inui had apparently been fascinated with Tezuka ever since he started at Seigaku and had been furiously taking notes on all his movements during practices. The only reason Tezuka even remembered his name was because Oishi had mentioned it a couple times. It was nice to know Tezuka wasn’t the only subject featured in that notebook of his.
Still, Tezuka agreed with the sentiment. Although he might also use the world “beautiful” as well. Fuji Syusuke, was it?
Since then, Tezuka always found his gaze slipping toward Fuji, even outside of tennis. He noticed a few things.
Fuji Syusuke was in the class next door to his. His clingy redheaded best friend was named Eiji. He was kind to everyone and had a lieu of admirers, male and female. He had a wicked sense of humor, and combined with an innocent smile made his actions seem slightly unnerving. And he looked beautiful, in clothes and out.
It had been an accident. It wasn’t too polite to look at others in the locker room, so Tezuka never chanced to look around. But on this fateful day, his foot accidentally kicked a couple tennis balls that fell out of his bag and, on his hands and knees, Tezuka wound up looking up at a very naked Fuji.
It was the first time Fuji had ever spoken directly to Tezuka, and what came out of the angel’s mouth was: “Hello, I believe I found your balls.” Check that, he wasn’t an angel; more like a devil. Fuji winked at Tezuka before pushing a fuzzy yellow tennis ball toward Tezuka with his bare foot, lingering just a little with his big toe. Yes, definitely a devil. One sent to torture innocent souls named Tezuka Kunimitsu for his own amusement.
Tezuka swallowed hard. He was aware that he had been staring up idiotically for a few moments before Fuji had even said a word because he had, in those precious few seconds, seared every visible inch of Fuji’s body into his mind. The way the light in the locker room shone like a halo in his hair, the amused but completely focused blue eyes, the light compact body, the muscles that were slimly defined in his forearms and creamy thighs, the cock that even while soft was impressive in size. And under Tezuka’s intense gaze, he saw Fuji’s cock stirring slightly. Closing his eyes and breaking his gaze before he did something stupid (like jump Fuji right then and there), Tezuka gave himself a mental shake. Getting hard in the middle of a locker room full of guys while on the very cold floor on one’s hands and knees was NOT GOOD.
Slowly, he picked up the tennis ball and got up. Using his glasses as a temporary shield for his eyes, he muttered a quick “thank you” before hurrying back to his own bag. Oishi glanced at his flushed face curiously but let it go when it seemed Tezuka didn’t want to talk about it.
From that point on, Tezuka was hyper aware of everywhere Fuji was, and put himself as far away as possible. He had never felt this way before, had never obsessed over anything other than tennis before. Every time he passed Fuji, he felt the air slow around them, like time had ceased to flow properly. And just as quickly, the moment passed and Tezuka was alone again.
Every minute of Fuji’s absence dragged for Tezuka, and every second he stood watching from a distance felt like nothing at all.
SLAM.
Tezuka winced. It wasn’t often that Oishi wasn’t with him after practice, but apparently he and Eiji had hit it off after their initial fighting and now were headed off for some extra doubles practice together. All the other freshmen had left as well, leaving only Fuji in the locker room with him.
“Tezuka-kun.”
Tezuka tensed and turned to face him. He watched as frustration flashed through the blue eyes before noticing that Fuji was wearing a towel and nothing else. His breath hitched and he backed into his locker.
“I’m sorry for teasing you the other day.” This smile looked a little off, his eyes barely visible in their narrowed state. “You just looked a little cute, sitting there on the floor looking for your tennis balls. So forget about it, okay? Can we be friends?”
Mind rapidly thinking, Tezuka gave his answer carefully. “No.” He watched as the perpetual angelic smile slipped a little off Fuji’s face. “I can’t really forget about it. I’ve been thinking of nothing but you since that day. No, since before that day. I can’t even think about tennis anymore.” He took a breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you.”
The smile had changed to one bordering on joyful but still tinged slightly with confusion. “You don’t hate me?”
There was really only one suitable answer for that question. Tezuka just pulled Fuji toward him and kissed him.
After a little make-out session (complete with a little groping and the loss of the towel as well as Tezuka’s clothing), the two boys tumbled into the nearby shower together.
“Hey, Tezuka, do you ever feel like time seems to move differently when we’re around each other?”
Tezuka smiled against Fuji’s skin, the water running in rivulets down their bodies. “Well, that’s relativity.”