Dead Kittens (Tezuka/Ryoma)
title: Dead Kittens
pairing: Tezuka/Ryoma
words: 222
rating: PG-13
summary: wherein Tezuka is still a teenage boy, even if he may look like he's 30.
notes: yeah, this is sort of weird. I'm probably on crack. but hey, might as well share, yeah? it's sort of run-on-y and switches tense a few times, but I don't think it would work any other way. No kittens were harmed in the writing of this fic.
Ryoma's on his knees, like he always is after they play a match, panting and staring up at Tezuka and when Ryoma says "buchou" in the breathy voice that's reserved for the word, Tezuka has to think of dead kittens to keep from getting hard.
In the end, it's not just the voice that's his undoing. It's the look in Ryoma's eyes that's something like awe when he looks up, and Tezuka is honored because he knows if he didn't have such good control over his expressions he'd be giving Ryoma the same look, only with a lot more lust. It's the way Ryoma plays tennis (but only when he plays Tezuka), burning and burning as if he's sure his flame will never go out.
Tezuka wants to burn.
In the end, Ryoma is like nothing Tezuka's ever encountered before. Ryoma makes Tezuka bend the rules, makes him get careless, makes him think fuck it and grab Ryoma, kissing him like it doesn't matter that this is a horrible abuse of authority and will probably destroy the team's infrastructure, kissing him so consumingly that he doesn't even realize Ryoma is kissing back until he feels himself being backed against a wall.
When Ryoma pulls his mouth away, it's only to whisper "buchou..." in Tezuka's ear, and this time not even dead kittens can stop Tezuka's reaction.
pairing: Tezuka/Ryoma
words: 222
rating: PG-13
summary: wherein Tezuka is still a teenage boy, even if he may look like he's 30.
notes: yeah, this is sort of weird. I'm probably on crack. but hey, might as well share, yeah? it's sort of run-on-y and switches tense a few times, but I don't think it would work any other way. No kittens were harmed in the writing of this fic.
Ryoma's on his knees, like he always is after they play a match, panting and staring up at Tezuka and when Ryoma says "buchou" in the breathy voice that's reserved for the word, Tezuka has to think of dead kittens to keep from getting hard.
In the end, it's not just the voice that's his undoing. It's the look in Ryoma's eyes that's something like awe when he looks up, and Tezuka is honored because he knows if he didn't have such good control over his expressions he'd be giving Ryoma the same look, only with a lot more lust. It's the way Ryoma plays tennis (but only when he plays Tezuka), burning and burning as if he's sure his flame will never go out.
Tezuka wants to burn.
In the end, Ryoma is like nothing Tezuka's ever encountered before. Ryoma makes Tezuka bend the rules, makes him get careless, makes him think fuck it and grab Ryoma, kissing him like it doesn't matter that this is a horrible abuse of authority and will probably destroy the team's infrastructure, kissing him so consumingly that he doesn't even realize Ryoma is kissing back until he feels himself being backed against a wall.
When Ryoma pulls his mouth away, it's only to whisper "buchou..." in Tezuka's ear, and this time not even dead kittens can stop Tezuka's reaction.