[Log] Kunimitsu Tezuka and Oshitari Yuushi
Who: Oshitari Yuushi and Kunimitsu Tezuka
Where: Oshitari Yuushi's room
When: Pre-Chieko incident; Post Marui + Tezuka Log
What: Tezuka comes over to Oshitari's looking for a game of Tennis and Oshitari has another game in mind.
Rating: R for nudity and language, but the only action that occurs is minimal.
Oshitari sat on the foot of his bed. As usual his roommate was nowhere to be found and he was completely naked. Now it was up for him to decide whether or not he should go with being entirely hard when Tezuka walked in and holding his 'raquet' that way, or simply just to hold his 'raquet'. He also needed a way to convince Tezuka to stay and not just run back to his room. Perhaps he should make it appear as though he was clothed - peak his head out of the door, and then...yes. That would be perfect. The second Tezuka came in, he would close the door and lock the boy inside. He almost laughed. Even if he didn't get any, this was going to be one of the more fun experiences of his life.
Tezuka puts on his sports-wear as soon as he finished with his shower. He had to meet Oshitari in his room in a couple of minutes to have a tennis match. Drying his hair, he wondered how many balls he should bring with him. Oshitari said he had a racket and two balls, so maybe he didn't need to worry so much. The guy maybe was a sex maniac but he sounded like someone educated. Really, Tezuka couldn't help be curious about how Oshitari looked like, considering he could get three dates (EXCLUDING HIMSELF) in a short period as a couple of days in campus...
Oshitari prepared the towel for himself, after all - this was just a bit of a trick on poor Tezuka. He didn't into to stand around showing off unless he managed to get Tezuka to do the same. He hid the key to his room somewhere he was sure Tezuka would not find it and smiled. He positioned himself against the door in such a way that when he opened it, Tezuka would not get a look at him until he came all the way inside.
Tezuka grabbed his racket and balls and was about to leave for Oshitari's room when he found out he was wearing the wrong clothes set. How careless of him to only grab random shirt and pants in his suitcase. The outfit he used last night while teaching Marui-san tennis wasn't washed yet, and the only one left was the one he wore... two years ago. No wonder the cloth now clung to him, almost transparent for everyone to clearly see his shapes. He debated on wether stay as he was, or change into yesterday's uniform and decided he'd live with the one he had; he wasn't going to get dirty the second he finished showering.
Sighing, he left his dorm room, wishing everything would be fine. Hopefully, Oshitari wasn't the kind of person to only care about looks.
Oshitari checked the clock across his room. Soon, soon Tezuka would walk into this lovely court. He couldn't wait to see the other boy's racket and balls. It was hard for him to stay in his current position, but he was perfectly placed. And so, he waited.
Tezuka hesitated slightly before knoking on the door he was now standing in front of. Somehow, he had a bad feeling about everything that had happened up until now. He had been warned, once, that whenever he would enter Oshitari's room, he should bring condoms. Did that mean that the latter was too shy to go and buy some for himself? Maybe, just maybe Oshitari wasn't so inhuman he pictured him to be, and Tezuka was glad he had at least one good friend here, at Evergreen. He knocked once.
Oshitari waited a second before openning the door. He tried to make sounds like footsteps coming to the door. After all, it would be creepy if he had just been standing there, waiting for Tezuka...Like he had been. He tried to hold back a laugh and put on his smoothest face possible. Then - without showing his face, or any part of himself, openned the door.
Seeing no one behind the door, Tezuka decided he needed to clear himself up. "Hum, Oshitari-kun" he started, using the most emotionless voice he could possibly manage, "I forgot to bring the condoms you asked me to. I'll be right back, my dorm isn't far from yours." And Tezuka left without looking back, clearly imbarassed he had admitted something so...indecent. Even so, he wasn't going to throw away his so recently found friendship for some forgotten condoms.
Oshitari stopped. He had been out perverted. Seriously so apparently. Tezuka was bringing condoms? Was it possible that Tezuka -had- understood what he meant? And crap. He had to stand here naked even longer and redo his door. This was not in his plan but was no problem. He dug up the key again, and refiddled with the lock and hid the key again. Then, he took position back at the door. He was going to have sex with a complete stranger, Wow. Surprising how often that happens, Oshitari thought.
After making sure he was presentable, -that meant that his flushed cheeks were now back to normal- Tezuka once again knocked on Oshitari's door. He was going to proprely introduce himself this time, and not just flash up in front of a stranger's room just to say he forgot to bring silly condoms.
Oshitari was pondering whether he should have gone with making himself hard before Tezuka arrived. After all, the boy did say he was bringing condoms.
Oshitari opened the door, same as before, and didn't show any part of his body.
Seeing no sign of life behind the automatic door, Tezuka decided Oshitari was too shy to show up in front of him after he mentionned bringing condoms aloud. Maybe the boy was embarassed now? Tezuka decided he'd introduce himself in front of the door, so that he didn't further trouvle his friend. "I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu, pleased to meet you in person, Oshitari-kun."
Oshitari frowned, "Come on in. I'll be right there. I'm...um...just checking something. A crack in the wall, you know?"
Tezuka's brows knitted together to form a frown, but did as he was ordered.
Oshitari smiled. The subject was in his room, and with that - he slamed the door. And now the subject was locked in his room, "I'm glad you brought condoms Tezuka. Though I have all sizes and flavors. So we can use a few of mine too. After all, it takes a lot to fulfill the urges of my racket. Well, Tezuka, your balls are in my court. Let the games begin." Oshitari let what little the towel was covering - drop.
Tezuka looked straight ahead, eying the room. It was indeed identical to his own dorm, he mused. If Oshitari-kun was embarassed to the point he was checking cracks in the wall, he would try and evitate his gaze until he is more comfortable.
Tezuka was somehow, someway, completely distracted. And what on earth was he wearing? The clothes were clearly meant for tennis, but they were very tight fitted. And left less to the imagination - and Oshitari had no complaints. The boy was, very handsome, but he -wasn't- paying attention to Oshitari, and that was not allowed, "Shall we...use those condoms?" Oshitari asked, moving himself to stand infront of Tezuka.
Tezuka didn't even blink at the view of Oshitari in front of him. If he was surprized the other boy was completely naked, he definitely didn't show it. "You should put on some clothes. It won't be very comfortable to play tennis outside if you don't wear anything."
"Outside? When did I ever say anything about outside?" Yuushi asked, keeping his eyes on the boy, "we're playing with balls and rackets", Yuushi pointed down, "Tennis is not the only sport that requires such tools."
Completely clueless to what Oshitari is saying, Tezuka tried to think of something to say. "Are you perhaps refering to badminton?"
"Tezuka," Oshitari said, deciding that the boy's sexual education was more important than ruining his pun, "My penis is the racquet I am referring to. The two balls that I have are my testicles. And I intend to smash them inside of your anus. That is what you agreed to, afterall." It would be no fun if the boy gave him no reaction.
"You sure are blunt." Tezuka finally managed to say, after a few minutes of thoughts.
"You seem to require it," Oshitari smiled and shrugged. This was turning out much less amusing than he had hoped. Either way though, Tezuka was hot. He considered being more daring. Considered? No, no. Oshitari was more daring. He walked straight up to the boy and kissed his cheek, "Well, Tezuka? Would you like to make use of my racket?
If Tezuka was slightly more careless, he would have flinched realizing the sudden closeness he held with... another nakedman. He stared at his watch and decided it was time to clear things up between them. "If this is a joke, it isn't funny anymore. If we don't start the game now, it will be dark in a few minutes."
"You're really no fun Tezuka. Though you have just passed the 'at-the-very-least-bi-sexual-quiz'. Congratulations," he smiled, "I'm sure when you're ready to admit it, you'll run back to these welcoming...dare I say - deliciously masculine arms," Oshitari smiled, "Have fun playing tennis. Also, thanks for the condoms. You can leave them on my desk. Nice outfit by the way. It...leaves little to the imagination, and I have no complaints about that."
Tezuka blinked -finally a reaction. "And you are dismissing me without even playing a single game?" he asked in disbelief, though his voice sounding as monotone as anytime. He might used to seeing guys naked -because there were no such as toilets in his former tennis club, and people had to change together-, but he really despited guys who backed down on their words.
"Tezuka, I don't have the sort of racket you need for a tennis game. You and I had a different game in mine. Both of us seem to be slightly disappointed by this turn of events," Oshitari responded, "A single game for me - is a single orgasm. Somehow I doubt that's what you're going for?"
Tezuka couldn't keep his eyes from widening this time. "Youre talking about sex?"
Oshitari almost went over to his wall and banged his head against it, regaining his cool, "Yes. I'm talking about sex. And if you keep standing there in that outfit you are risking making me very hard."
"Ah... but what did it have to do with tennis balls and rackets?"
"Absolutely nothing. You thought tennis, I thought sex. We have different definitions of balls and rackets, Tezuka. Or rather, we think of different things," Oshitari hoped that would go through his brain.
The taller man considered it. Maybe tennis could be defined in other ways than the dictionary mentioned it... either that or Oshitari's mind seriously needed readjustments. Tezuka swallowed a sigh, sensing headache comming to pay him a dayly visit. "If we are not going to play balls, do you have anything else to do?"
"Let me put some pants on first, then we could do something else. Assuming you really are sure you don't want to play with these balls?" Oshitari figured he'd make the offer one last time.
"I suppose I can." Tezuka reached for his pocket and took out a lemon colored ball and started bouncing it on his racket. "I have a spare ball. Would you like to have it?"
"You'd play with my balls?" Oshitari asked, "Well, go for it then. And, I'll pass. The only balls of yours I want to touch are behind your ... penis." Oshitari was going to be cute and say racket, but Tezuka already made it clear he had no idea what that meant.
Oshitari took him off guard, and Tezuka unconciously flinched and took half a step back. He quickly regained composure, and bluffed out "There are no balls behind...." The rest of the sentence died in his throat, for he finally realized the meanning of 'ball'. He did his best fighting back a sudden uneasy blush, but judging by Oshitari's quite satisfied expression, he had failed to do so.
Oshitari only smiled, and took in all the blush on Tezuka's face. He figured while the boy was caught offguard he'd step his game up a notch, and this time - he kissed Tezuka on the lips.
Tezuka froze. As soon as he realized what the other boy was doing, he had pushed him back. His eyes were glaring, demanding explanation, but that small glint deep inside his hazel orbs proved that like any other boy of his age, he had hormones.
"Why did you push me back Tezuka? You were enjoying it. Weren't you?" He asked, stiffening a bit, and in a softer voice, "I...I'm not a bad kisser am I?"
Automatically, Tezuka brought his arm to his lips and rubbed off whatever rest of saliva remained, hiding his soft pink cheeks in the process. Never will he admit it felt good, because it didn't. Well, maybe a little, but it just wasn't what he was expecting it to be.
Not knowing what to say at Oshitari, he just simply stood there and stared at the other man's figure. Tezuka had yet to notice how handsome Oshitari looked.
He took notice of Tezuka checking him out and smiled, "It could be yours you know. I'm sure that since you work out, could I see a bit of your body, Tezuka? And maybe...practice kissing you again? Because clearly...I'm not a good kisser."
"I don't plan on doing anything with you." Tezuka tried his best to keep his voice from shaking, and was glad he successed.
Oshitari closed his eyes, "Well, that's a pity. I find you quite attractive, and a -great- kisser." Oshitari was kind of lying on that last part, as Tezuka's response did not indicate great, but flattery could go a long way.
"Ah." Tezuka tried desperately to dismiss himself. Being a gentleman he is, he wasn't going to run out of the room crying mommy only because some weirdo stole his first kiss kissed him.
"Ah? That's the noise people make when they want more Tezuka," he smiled, "I'll just take the invitation then," and he leaned back in and kissed Tezuka again.
The taller boy felt like he could faint. Really, he needed to make himself clear before he just... starts kissing back. He turned his head away, trying to ignore Oshitari's lips now adventuring down his neck. "Stop." he claimed, with the most serious tone he could manage in such a situation.
Oshitari ignored him completely, but kind of liked how commanding he was being, and hoped he could convince the boy to be commanding in a more favorable away. Oshitari bit down a bit, and gently massaged down Tezuka's back with his arms teasing his waist.
Tezuka had to stop this now, before the situation gets totally out of hand. And everyone knew just how much he hated it when he wasn't controlling his own actions. He did what he could, and once again pushed Oshitari away, "I'm going back."
Oshitari blinked. His mind was screaming WHAT?! But he didn't dare say that. He pouted a bit, "Later then, Tezuka."
Tezuka only nodded, before leaving hastily Oshitari's room. Apparently, he had completely forgotten to bring his racket AND his balls back with him.
Oshitari looked down and took note of certain items the other boy had left without. He wondered how long it would be before the other boy came back for them, and how long he could bear being nude. How long? Forever naturally. He debated about where he could hide the racket that would require Tezuka to spend the most time in his room. And all of a sudden, a brilliant plan came to him. He hid the racket and balls some place they would be safe and began to concoct two -very- spiked drinks.
Back in his room, Tezuka decided he would just forget everuthing about what happened tonight. And when he implied everything, he meant Oshitari, the kiss, his racket and his balls.
Where: Oshitari Yuushi's room
When: Pre-Chieko incident; Post Marui + Tezuka Log
What: Tezuka comes over to Oshitari's looking for a game of Tennis and Oshitari has another game in mind.
Rating: R for nudity and language, but the only action that occurs is minimal.
Oshitari sat on the foot of his bed. As usual his roommate was nowhere to be found and he was completely naked. Now it was up for him to decide whether or not he should go with being entirely hard when Tezuka walked in and holding his 'raquet' that way, or simply just to hold his 'raquet'. He also needed a way to convince Tezuka to stay and not just run back to his room. Perhaps he should make it appear as though he was clothed - peak his head out of the door, and then...yes. That would be perfect. The second Tezuka came in, he would close the door and lock the boy inside. He almost laughed. Even if he didn't get any, this was going to be one of the more fun experiences of his life.
Tezuka puts on his sports-wear as soon as he finished with his shower. He had to meet Oshitari in his room in a couple of minutes to have a tennis match. Drying his hair, he wondered how many balls he should bring with him. Oshitari said he had a racket and two balls, so maybe he didn't need to worry so much. The guy maybe was a sex maniac but he sounded like someone educated. Really, Tezuka couldn't help be curious about how Oshitari looked like, considering he could get three dates (EXCLUDING HIMSELF) in a short period as a couple of days in campus...
Oshitari prepared the towel for himself, after all - this was just a bit of a trick on poor Tezuka. He didn't into to stand around showing off unless he managed to get Tezuka to do the same. He hid the key to his room somewhere he was sure Tezuka would not find it and smiled. He positioned himself against the door in such a way that when he opened it, Tezuka would not get a look at him until he came all the way inside.
Tezuka grabbed his racket and balls and was about to leave for Oshitari's room when he found out he was wearing the wrong clothes set. How careless of him to only grab random shirt and pants in his suitcase. The outfit he used last night while teaching Marui-san tennis wasn't washed yet, and the only one left was the one he wore... two years ago. No wonder the cloth now clung to him, almost transparent for everyone to clearly see his shapes. He debated on wether stay as he was, or change into yesterday's uniform and decided he'd live with the one he had; he wasn't going to get dirty the second he finished showering.
Sighing, he left his dorm room, wishing everything would be fine. Hopefully, Oshitari wasn't the kind of person to only care about looks.
Oshitari checked the clock across his room. Soon, soon Tezuka would walk into this lovely court. He couldn't wait to see the other boy's racket and balls. It was hard for him to stay in his current position, but he was perfectly placed. And so, he waited.
Tezuka hesitated slightly before knoking on the door he was now standing in front of. Somehow, he had a bad feeling about everything that had happened up until now. He had been warned, once, that whenever he would enter Oshitari's room, he should bring condoms. Did that mean that the latter was too shy to go and buy some for himself? Maybe, just maybe Oshitari wasn't so inhuman he pictured him to be, and Tezuka was glad he had at least one good friend here, at Evergreen. He knocked once.
Oshitari waited a second before openning the door. He tried to make sounds like footsteps coming to the door. After all, it would be creepy if he had just been standing there, waiting for Tezuka...Like he had been. He tried to hold back a laugh and put on his smoothest face possible. Then - without showing his face, or any part of himself, openned the door.
Seeing no one behind the door, Tezuka decided he needed to clear himself up. "Hum, Oshitari-kun" he started, using the most emotionless voice he could possibly manage, "I forgot to bring the condoms you asked me to. I'll be right back, my dorm isn't far from yours." And Tezuka left without looking back, clearly imbarassed he had admitted something so...indecent. Even so, he wasn't going to throw away his so recently found friendship for some forgotten condoms.
Oshitari stopped. He had been out perverted. Seriously so apparently. Tezuka was bringing condoms? Was it possible that Tezuka -had- understood what he meant? And crap. He had to stand here naked even longer and redo his door. This was not in his plan but was no problem. He dug up the key again, and refiddled with the lock and hid the key again. Then, he took position back at the door. He was going to have sex with a complete stranger, Wow. Surprising how often that happens, Oshitari thought.
After making sure he was presentable, -that meant that his flushed cheeks were now back to normal- Tezuka once again knocked on Oshitari's door. He was going to proprely introduce himself this time, and not just flash up in front of a stranger's room just to say he forgot to bring silly condoms.
Oshitari was pondering whether he should have gone with making himself hard before Tezuka arrived. After all, the boy did say he was bringing condoms.
Oshitari opened the door, same as before, and didn't show any part of his body.
Seeing no sign of life behind the automatic door, Tezuka decided Oshitari was too shy to show up in front of him after he mentionned bringing condoms aloud. Maybe the boy was embarassed now? Tezuka decided he'd introduce himself in front of the door, so that he didn't further trouvle his friend. "I'm Tezuka Kunimitsu, pleased to meet you in person, Oshitari-kun."
Oshitari frowned, "Come on in. I'll be right there. I'm...um...just checking something. A crack in the wall, you know?"
Tezuka's brows knitted together to form a frown, but did as he was ordered.
Oshitari smiled. The subject was in his room, and with that - he slamed the door. And now the subject was locked in his room, "I'm glad you brought condoms Tezuka. Though I have all sizes and flavors. So we can use a few of mine too. After all, it takes a lot to fulfill the urges of my racket. Well, Tezuka, your balls are in my court. Let the games begin." Oshitari let what little the towel was covering - drop.
Tezuka looked straight ahead, eying the room. It was indeed identical to his own dorm, he mused. If Oshitari-kun was embarassed to the point he was checking cracks in the wall, he would try and evitate his gaze until he is more comfortable.
Tezuka was somehow, someway, completely distracted. And what on earth was he wearing? The clothes were clearly meant for tennis, but they were very tight fitted. And left less to the imagination - and Oshitari had no complaints. The boy was, very handsome, but he -wasn't- paying attention to Oshitari, and that was not allowed, "Shall we...use those condoms?" Oshitari asked, moving himself to stand infront of Tezuka.
Tezuka didn't even blink at the view of Oshitari in front of him. If he was surprized the other boy was completely naked, he definitely didn't show it. "You should put on some clothes. It won't be very comfortable to play tennis outside if you don't wear anything."
"Outside? When did I ever say anything about outside?" Yuushi asked, keeping his eyes on the boy, "we're playing with balls and rackets", Yuushi pointed down, "Tennis is not the only sport that requires such tools."
Completely clueless to what Oshitari is saying, Tezuka tried to think of something to say. "Are you perhaps refering to badminton?"
"Tezuka," Oshitari said, deciding that the boy's sexual education was more important than ruining his pun, "My penis is the racquet I am referring to. The two balls that I have are my testicles. And I intend to smash them inside of your anus. That is what you agreed to, afterall." It would be no fun if the boy gave him no reaction.
"You sure are blunt." Tezuka finally managed to say, after a few minutes of thoughts.
"You seem to require it," Oshitari smiled and shrugged. This was turning out much less amusing than he had hoped. Either way though, Tezuka was hot. He considered being more daring. Considered? No, no. Oshitari was more daring. He walked straight up to the boy and kissed his cheek, "Well, Tezuka? Would you like to make use of my racket?
If Tezuka was slightly more careless, he would have flinched realizing the sudden closeness he held with... another nakedman. He stared at his watch and decided it was time to clear things up between them. "If this is a joke, it isn't funny anymore. If we don't start the game now, it will be dark in a few minutes."
"You're really no fun Tezuka. Though you have just passed the 'at-the-very-least-bi-sexual-quiz'. Congratulations," he smiled, "I'm sure when you're ready to admit it, you'll run back to these welcoming...dare I say - deliciously masculine arms," Oshitari smiled, "Have fun playing tennis. Also, thanks for the condoms. You can leave them on my desk. Nice outfit by the way. It...leaves little to the imagination, and I have no complaints about that."
Tezuka blinked -finally a reaction. "And you are dismissing me without even playing a single game?" he asked in disbelief, though his voice sounding as monotone as anytime. He might used to seeing guys naked -because there were no such as toilets in his former tennis club, and people had to change together-, but he really despited guys who backed down on their words.
"Tezuka, I don't have the sort of racket you need for a tennis game. You and I had a different game in mine. Both of us seem to be slightly disappointed by this turn of events," Oshitari responded, "A single game for me - is a single orgasm. Somehow I doubt that's what you're going for?"
Tezuka couldn't keep his eyes from widening this time. "Youre talking about sex?"
Oshitari almost went over to his wall and banged his head against it, regaining his cool, "Yes. I'm talking about sex. And if you keep standing there in that outfit you are risking making me very hard."
"Ah... but what did it have to do with tennis balls and rackets?"
"Absolutely nothing. You thought tennis, I thought sex. We have different definitions of balls and rackets, Tezuka. Or rather, we think of different things," Oshitari hoped that would go through his brain.
The taller man considered it. Maybe tennis could be defined in other ways than the dictionary mentioned it... either that or Oshitari's mind seriously needed readjustments. Tezuka swallowed a sigh, sensing headache comming to pay him a dayly visit. "If we are not going to play balls, do you have anything else to do?"
"Let me put some pants on first, then we could do something else. Assuming you really are sure you don't want to play with these balls?" Oshitari figured he'd make the offer one last time.
"I suppose I can." Tezuka reached for his pocket and took out a lemon colored ball and started bouncing it on his racket. "I have a spare ball. Would you like to have it?"
"You'd play with my balls?" Oshitari asked, "Well, go for it then. And, I'll pass. The only balls of yours I want to touch are behind your ... penis." Oshitari was going to be cute and say racket, but Tezuka already made it clear he had no idea what that meant.
Oshitari took him off guard, and Tezuka unconciously flinched and took half a step back. He quickly regained composure, and bluffed out "There are no balls behind...." The rest of the sentence died in his throat, for he finally realized the meanning of 'ball'. He did his best fighting back a sudden uneasy blush, but judging by Oshitari's quite satisfied expression, he had failed to do so.
Oshitari only smiled, and took in all the blush on Tezuka's face. He figured while the boy was caught offguard he'd step his game up a notch, and this time - he kissed Tezuka on the lips.
Tezuka froze. As soon as he realized what the other boy was doing, he had pushed him back. His eyes were glaring, demanding explanation, but that small glint deep inside his hazel orbs proved that like any other boy of his age, he had hormones.
"Why did you push me back Tezuka? You were enjoying it. Weren't you?" He asked, stiffening a bit, and in a softer voice, "I...I'm not a bad kisser am I?"
Automatically, Tezuka brought his arm to his lips and rubbed off whatever rest of saliva remained, hiding his soft pink cheeks in the process. Never will he admit it felt good, because it didn't. Well, maybe a little, but it just wasn't what he was expecting it to be.
Not knowing what to say at Oshitari, he just simply stood there and stared at the other man's figure. Tezuka had yet to notice how handsome Oshitari looked.
He took notice of Tezuka checking him out and smiled, "It could be yours you know. I'm sure that since you work out, could I see a bit of your body, Tezuka? And maybe...practice kissing you again? Because clearly...I'm not a good kisser."
"I don't plan on doing anything with you." Tezuka tried his best to keep his voice from shaking, and was glad he successed.
Oshitari closed his eyes, "Well, that's a pity. I find you quite attractive, and a -great- kisser." Oshitari was kind of lying on that last part, as Tezuka's response did not indicate great, but flattery could go a long way.
"Ah." Tezuka tried desperately to dismiss himself. Being a gentleman he is, he wasn't going to run out of the room crying mommy only because some weirdo stole his first kiss kissed him.
"Ah? That's the noise people make when they want more Tezuka," he smiled, "I'll just take the invitation then," and he leaned back in and kissed Tezuka again.
The taller boy felt like he could faint. Really, he needed to make himself clear before he just... starts kissing back. He turned his head away, trying to ignore Oshitari's lips now adventuring down his neck. "Stop." he claimed, with the most serious tone he could manage in such a situation.
Oshitari ignored him completely, but kind of liked how commanding he was being, and hoped he could convince the boy to be commanding in a more favorable away. Oshitari bit down a bit, and gently massaged down Tezuka's back with his arms teasing his waist.
Tezuka had to stop this now, before the situation gets totally out of hand. And everyone knew just how much he hated it when he wasn't controlling his own actions. He did what he could, and once again pushed Oshitari away, "I'm going back."
Oshitari blinked. His mind was screaming WHAT?! But he didn't dare say that. He pouted a bit, "Later then, Tezuka."
Tezuka only nodded, before leaving hastily Oshitari's room. Apparently, he had completely forgotten to bring his racket AND his balls back with him.
Oshitari looked down and took note of certain items the other boy had left without. He wondered how long it would be before the other boy came back for them, and how long he could bear being nude. How long? Forever naturally. He debated about where he could hide the racket that would require Tezuka to spend the most time in his room. And all of a sudden, a brilliant plan came to him. He hid the racket and balls some place they would be safe and began to concoct two -very- spiked drinks.
Back in his room, Tezuka decided he would just forget everuthing about what happened tonight. And when he implied everything, he meant Oshitari, the kiss, his racket and his balls.