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Who: Tezuka and Ryoma
What: G
When: Tonight, after Hiyoshi outed Ryoma |D
Why: Tezuka. Ryoma. They need to talk.
Ryoma headed back to his dorm, tennis racket over his shoulder, short of breath and not any less angry than he had been when he had left his room. That idiot. Hiyoshi had said he'd never bring it up. But he did. He brought it up, and what's worse, Tezuka was there when it happened. Ryoma ground his teeth together as he rounded the corner from the stairwell and he came up short when he spotted said Tezuka sitting outside of his room with a book in hand. He immediately turned on his heel and headed back in the other direction.
Tezuka had been waiting for Echizen to return. Logic had dictated that Echizen would head to the courts to work off his bad mood. Tezuka had briefly thought of going after Echizen, but then decided to get a book and wait it out. Echizen would be easier to approach once he had worn himself out. Far easier to corner, at least. Seeing Echizen turn around Tezuka stood and followed. "Echizen." Tezuka dropped a hand onto Ryoma's shoulder.
Crap. Ryoma froze in his tracks and gripped the handle of his racket a little tighter in an attempt to gather himself together. He turned around slowly, his eyes focused on some spot past Tezuka and down the hall. There was no way he'd be able to look him in the face right now. "Buchou." What did one say in a situation like this? There was probably nothing to say, really.
Tezuka looked down at Echizen. There was not as huge a gap between them as there had been. Echizen had grown, and while there was still a wide gulf in height to be crossed Echizen's skills were on par or better than Tezuka's. "What Hiyoshi-kun said..." Echizen was thirteen now. Tezuka was allowed to... even if it was wrong, it was only a two year gap. "Echizen."
Ryoma shifted on his feet a little and absently switched his racket from hand to hand, trying to think of some way to stall out of this, or if he could just run away. No, he wouldn't be able to run away; Tezuka would catch up with him sooner or later. It looked like he had no choice about this little conversation. He licked his lips and finally glanced up at Tezuka. "What about it?"
"..." Tezuka frowned a little more. That lick of lips had been... endearing. Echizen's nervous actions, such as the hat tip, always were. "Would you like to speak privately?" Tezuka was rather sure his roommate was out of his room. While many of the camp's occupants were in their rooms it was still the type of conversation Tezuka would rather have in private. "My room is empty."
Alone. In a bedroom. With Tezuka. Was his buchou trying to kill him? Ryoma pursed his lips together for a moment before he finally inclined his head, gold eyes shining in defiance. Or at least, he hoped they were, and that he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt. "Sure. That'd probably be better." He waited for Tezuka to start moving first before he followed after him.
Echizen's gold eyes were truly distinct. Not even Fuji's could compare when Echizen looked ready to take on the world. "Ah." Tezuka began walking, heading for his room. He did not need to check to know when Echizen had fallen in beside him. Tezuka kept his pace slow, and his stride slightly shorter than normal. It would be rude to make it obvious he was slowing down for Echizen, but Tezuka did not want the shorter boy to have to run to keep up.
Ryoma followed Tezuka silently to his room, and he almost dreaded even stepping inside, though he had to sooner or later. His eyes swept the room briefly when he went in, and it was pretty obvious which half of the room was Tezuka's. He snorted quietly to himself and moved to stand against the wall near the door; there was no point in moving any further into the room in his mind. Any more steps and he'd be in dangerous territory.
Tezuka waited until Ryoma was inside and then closed the door. He made his way silently to sit on his bed. Eyes on Echizen Tezuka wondered where it would be best to start. "...Echizen. The dreams you find yourself having are not something you alone have experienced." Tezuka had experienced his fair share of wet dreams as well.
Red decided to make an appearance on Ryoma's cheeks and he ducked his head down as he tugged his cap in order to hide behind the bill. That was such a...blunt start to the conversation. He coughed quietly and shifted on his feet as he leaned back against the wall. "I know that." How couldn't he know that? Not with the stupid father that he did.
"Hn." Echizen's nervousness made Tezuka want to do something. Touch him, or comfort him in someway. "Ah... well." Tezuka frowned, fumbled, was unsure how to continue this conversation. "Echizen. I find your tennis exhilarating."
"Yeah?" There was a small undertone of, could it possibly be happiness?, in that one simple word, and he cleared his throat quietly to squash that. He turned his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest, almost hugging his racket to himself. "I uh...yours...too."
"Ah." Tezuka's lips twitched, the briefest flicker of a smile. Tezuka crossed the room in a few strides, and stood close enough to Echizen to touch, but refrained from such an action. "Echizen. I would..." Tezuka frowned. "May I..." Everything sounded wrong. Tezuka instead reached and lifted Echizen's hat, and bent down and kissed him.
Whatever Ryoma had expected out of this little discussion, Tezuka kissing him was certainly not it. His racket fell out of nerveless fingers and clattered against the floor and he stared, eyes wide open, at Tezuka's face mere centimeters from his own. He stood, frozen, for more than just a few seconds before he finally reached up with a somewhat shaky hand to place it on Tezuka's shoulder.
Tezuka kept the kiss light, merely pressing his lips to Ryoma's, and stared into Ryoma's eyes. When Ryoma placed a hand on Tezuka's shoulder, signaling assent if not complete cooperation, Tezuka pressed into the kiss a little more.
It wasn't quite like what he had experienced in his dreams, and Ryoma couldn't yet decide if it was better or not. He had a feeling it was better, though, if for no other reason than that it was actually happening. His body surged up of its own accord and Ryoma wrapped his arms fully around Tezuka's shoulders as the kiss deepened, and his heart thudded insanely loudly in his ears.
It was like tennis, a serve, then a rally. No one had won the point yet, and Tezuka was not sure if there were points to be won in kissing. Tezuka slipped his arms around Ryoma's waist and closed his eyes. His skin felt heated, and he was utilizing nasal breathing techniques to keep the proper amount of oxygen flowing to his brain while his mouth was occupied. Echizen's lips were slightly chapped.
It was clumsy, it was wet, and it probably wasn't the greatest kiss in the world, but as far as Ryoma was concerned it was the best thing to have happened to him in a while. Except, Tezuka's glasses kept bumping against his nose, and Ryoma wondered if he was going to wind up with some sort of glasses-shaped bruise on his face. He eventually had to pull back, unable to breathe as easily as Tezuka did, and his mouth remained open as he sucked in air.
Tezuka blinked at Echizen repeatedly. That was... that had surprised him. That had been quite nice. Better than tennis maybe. "Echizen." Tezuka took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt. They were smudged from brushing against Ryoma's face. Tezuka shouldn't let his guard down, but he wanted to. "You should go back to your room now." Tezuka knew, intellectually, what came after kissing. He did not wish to be like the bad boyfriend out of some of his novels that took advantage after a first kiss.
"Right." Ryoma was more than a little dazed and his head felt like it was a fish bowl with one little goldfish just swimming around and around in a circle. He coughed quietly and quickly bent down to pick up his abandoned racket and he clutched it tightly. "...Right." Ryoma moved sideways along the wall and took a hold of the door before he yanked it open and stepped out into the hallway. He paused and turned back to look at Tezuka. "So. Uh. Tanabata's tomorrow. Maybe I'll...see you...down there. Or whatever."
"Echizen." Tezuka paused. Tanabata. Would Echizen mind if... "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Tanabata festival." There were a lot of words in that sentence, but it would have been wrong to use less for such an important request. Tezuka wanted Echizen to know that he was treating the matter with a great deal of sincerity.
If Ryoma weren't still in semi-shock over what had just transpired, he would have snorted at Tezuka. So, maybe he hadn't been direct enough when he had done the asking. Ryoma nodded and tugged his hat down as he tucked his racket under his arm. "I'd...like that." Probably more than he cared to admit. He glanced up toward Tezuka briefly and lifted his chin. "Good night, buchou."
"Ah." Tezuka nodded at Ryoma, and felt his ears warm. Was that a blush? "Good night, Echizen."
What: G
When: Tonight, after Hiyoshi outed Ryoma |D
Why: Tezuka. Ryoma. They need to talk.
Ryoma headed back to his dorm, tennis racket over his shoulder, short of breath and not any less angry than he had been when he had left his room. That idiot. Hiyoshi had said he'd never bring it up. But he did. He brought it up, and what's worse, Tezuka was there when it happened. Ryoma ground his teeth together as he rounded the corner from the stairwell and he came up short when he spotted said Tezuka sitting outside of his room with a book in hand. He immediately turned on his heel and headed back in the other direction.
Tezuka had been waiting for Echizen to return. Logic had dictated that Echizen would head to the courts to work off his bad mood. Tezuka had briefly thought of going after Echizen, but then decided to get a book and wait it out. Echizen would be easier to approach once he had worn himself out. Far easier to corner, at least. Seeing Echizen turn around Tezuka stood and followed. "Echizen." Tezuka dropped a hand onto Ryoma's shoulder.
Crap. Ryoma froze in his tracks and gripped the handle of his racket a little tighter in an attempt to gather himself together. He turned around slowly, his eyes focused on some spot past Tezuka and down the hall. There was no way he'd be able to look him in the face right now. "Buchou." What did one say in a situation like this? There was probably nothing to say, really.
Tezuka looked down at Echizen. There was not as huge a gap between them as there had been. Echizen had grown, and while there was still a wide gulf in height to be crossed Echizen's skills were on par or better than Tezuka's. "What Hiyoshi-kun said..." Echizen was thirteen now. Tezuka was allowed to... even if it was wrong, it was only a two year gap. "Echizen."
Ryoma shifted on his feet a little and absently switched his racket from hand to hand, trying to think of some way to stall out of this, or if he could just run away. No, he wouldn't be able to run away; Tezuka would catch up with him sooner or later. It looked like he had no choice about this little conversation. He licked his lips and finally glanced up at Tezuka. "What about it?"
"..." Tezuka frowned a little more. That lick of lips had been... endearing. Echizen's nervous actions, such as the hat tip, always were. "Would you like to speak privately?" Tezuka was rather sure his roommate was out of his room. While many of the camp's occupants were in their rooms it was still the type of conversation Tezuka would rather have in private. "My room is empty."
Alone. In a bedroom. With Tezuka. Was his buchou trying to kill him? Ryoma pursed his lips together for a moment before he finally inclined his head, gold eyes shining in defiance. Or at least, he hoped they were, and that he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt. "Sure. That'd probably be better." He waited for Tezuka to start moving first before he followed after him.
Echizen's gold eyes were truly distinct. Not even Fuji's could compare when Echizen looked ready to take on the world. "Ah." Tezuka began walking, heading for his room. He did not need to check to know when Echizen had fallen in beside him. Tezuka kept his pace slow, and his stride slightly shorter than normal. It would be rude to make it obvious he was slowing down for Echizen, but Tezuka did not want the shorter boy to have to run to keep up.
Ryoma followed Tezuka silently to his room, and he almost dreaded even stepping inside, though he had to sooner or later. His eyes swept the room briefly when he went in, and it was pretty obvious which half of the room was Tezuka's. He snorted quietly to himself and moved to stand against the wall near the door; there was no point in moving any further into the room in his mind. Any more steps and he'd be in dangerous territory.
Tezuka waited until Ryoma was inside and then closed the door. He made his way silently to sit on his bed. Eyes on Echizen Tezuka wondered where it would be best to start. "...Echizen. The dreams you find yourself having are not something you alone have experienced." Tezuka had experienced his fair share of wet dreams as well.
Red decided to make an appearance on Ryoma's cheeks and he ducked his head down as he tugged his cap in order to hide behind the bill. That was such a...blunt start to the conversation. He coughed quietly and shifted on his feet as he leaned back against the wall. "I know that." How couldn't he know that? Not with the stupid father that he did.
"Hn." Echizen's nervousness made Tezuka want to do something. Touch him, or comfort him in someway. "Ah... well." Tezuka frowned, fumbled, was unsure how to continue this conversation. "Echizen. I find your tennis exhilarating."
"Yeah?" There was a small undertone of, could it possibly be happiness?, in that one simple word, and he cleared his throat quietly to squash that. He turned his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest, almost hugging his racket to himself. "I uh...yours...too."
"Ah." Tezuka's lips twitched, the briefest flicker of a smile. Tezuka crossed the room in a few strides, and stood close enough to Echizen to touch, but refrained from such an action. "Echizen. I would..." Tezuka frowned. "May I..." Everything sounded wrong. Tezuka instead reached and lifted Echizen's hat, and bent down and kissed him.
Whatever Ryoma had expected out of this little discussion, Tezuka kissing him was certainly not it. His racket fell out of nerveless fingers and clattered against the floor and he stared, eyes wide open, at Tezuka's face mere centimeters from his own. He stood, frozen, for more than just a few seconds before he finally reached up with a somewhat shaky hand to place it on Tezuka's shoulder.
Tezuka kept the kiss light, merely pressing his lips to Ryoma's, and stared into Ryoma's eyes. When Ryoma placed a hand on Tezuka's shoulder, signaling assent if not complete cooperation, Tezuka pressed into the kiss a little more.
It wasn't quite like what he had experienced in his dreams, and Ryoma couldn't yet decide if it was better or not. He had a feeling it was better, though, if for no other reason than that it was actually happening. His body surged up of its own accord and Ryoma wrapped his arms fully around Tezuka's shoulders as the kiss deepened, and his heart thudded insanely loudly in his ears.
It was like tennis, a serve, then a rally. No one had won the point yet, and Tezuka was not sure if there were points to be won in kissing. Tezuka slipped his arms around Ryoma's waist and closed his eyes. His skin felt heated, and he was utilizing nasal breathing techniques to keep the proper amount of oxygen flowing to his brain while his mouth was occupied. Echizen's lips were slightly chapped.
It was clumsy, it was wet, and it probably wasn't the greatest kiss in the world, but as far as Ryoma was concerned it was the best thing to have happened to him in a while. Except, Tezuka's glasses kept bumping against his nose, and Ryoma wondered if he was going to wind up with some sort of glasses-shaped bruise on his face. He eventually had to pull back, unable to breathe as easily as Tezuka did, and his mouth remained open as he sucked in air.
Tezuka blinked at Echizen repeatedly. That was... that had surprised him. That had been quite nice. Better than tennis maybe. "Echizen." Tezuka took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt. They were smudged from brushing against Ryoma's face. Tezuka shouldn't let his guard down, but he wanted to. "You should go back to your room now." Tezuka knew, intellectually, what came after kissing. He did not wish to be like the bad boyfriend out of some of his novels that took advantage after a first kiss.
"Right." Ryoma was more than a little dazed and his head felt like it was a fish bowl with one little goldfish just swimming around and around in a circle. He coughed quietly and quickly bent down to pick up his abandoned racket and he clutched it tightly. "...Right." Ryoma moved sideways along the wall and took a hold of the door before he yanked it open and stepped out into the hallway. He paused and turned back to look at Tezuka. "So. Uh. Tanabata's tomorrow. Maybe I'll...see you...down there. Or whatever."
"Echizen." Tezuka paused. Tanabata. Would Echizen mind if... "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Tanabata festival." There were a lot of words in that sentence, but it would have been wrong to use less for such an important request. Tezuka wanted Echizen to know that he was treating the matter with a great deal of sincerity.
If Ryoma weren't still in semi-shock over what had just transpired, he would have snorted at Tezuka. So, maybe he hadn't been direct enough when he had done the asking. Ryoma nodded and tugged his hat down as he tucked his racket under his arm. "I'd...like that." Probably more than he cared to admit. He glanced up toward Tezuka briefly and lifted his chin. "Good night, buchou."
"Ah." Tezuka nodded at Ryoma, and felt his ears warm. Was that a blush? "Good night, Echizen."