rp log: tezuka & echizen
Rating: PG
When: January 10, after this post
Where: beach, then tennis courts
Summary: Ponta and tennis. (As usual.)
When the air drop landed and Echizen opened the package, he thought perhaps he had been struck with it and died. All of this Ponta was too good to be real. Without really caring too much about his state of being, Echizen jumped into the box and, for a few moments, just sat among the bottles.
Bottles?
If this were a dream, they would be cans. Either way, Ponta was Ponta, so Echizen took a swig of one. It tasted just as good. As Echizen guzzled six bottles easily, Karupin pawed at the box, mewing plaintively. Once Echizen's grapelust was sated, he hauled himself out of the container, a pack in tow, and rested against it. Karupin gave him a dirty look, but crawled into his lap nonetheless.
Echizen belched. Then he started thinking. Who would mail him Ponta? Craning his head back to see the propped open lid, Echizen read the return address. It seemed to be Tezuka's family home.
Buchou.
Echizen made a journal entry and traded comments. Buchou would be along soon.
So the package made it. Tezuka closed his laptop and set it aside. If he didn't hurry along, there was a good chance Echizen would fall asleep against the container. That is, unless the entire shipment was already gone by the entity known as Echizen's stomach.
Nonetheless, Tezuka left his cabin and weaved through the jungle until he reached the beach. Remembering the usual location of the airdrops, he walked along the sand until he could spot a large box and Echizen propped against it, empty bottles of Ponta surrounding him. He sighed a little at how ridiculous it was, but then again, when Echizen loved something, he didn't do it halfheartedly.
"Echizen."
Looking up at Tezuka from under his hat, Echizen smirked. Tezuka made better time than he expected. He grabbed Tezuka's wrist with the same speed he swung his tennis racket (and with just as much care) and pulled the taller boy down to the sand. Before Tezuka could say anything otherwise, Echizen straddled his chest and leaned in, such that their noses were mere centimeters apart.
"Buchou," he breathed, more than said, and planted a sticky, ponta flavored kiss on Tezuka's lips.
Karupin, exhibiting supreme patience, curled up by a Ponta bottle and ignored both of them studiously.
Tezuka felt himself hit the sand, but not how he got there. His eyes widened slightly as Echizen sat on him, then slipped closed as he was kissed. He didn't think he would never not associate the grape flavor with Echizen. Nor could he deny that the way Echizen said 'Buchou' gave him shivers.
He felt a bit breathless when Echizen pulled away, the taste of grape Ponta still on his lips as he licked them. "Pleased, I take it."
"I don't think you had to read my mind for that one," Echizen teased, tucking Tezuka's bangs behind a pale ear.
Breathless was a very good look on Tezuka. A very good look.
After a brief, cheeky kiss to Tezuka's nose, Echizen got up and offered a hand to Tezuka. "After you help me hide that from a certain monkey, let's play tennis."
No doubt, Tezuka was going to have to wipe the smug look off of Echizen's face. He took his hand and stood up, brushing himself off. "We can put it in my cabin. He knows better than to go after it there."
Echizen felt a little pride in knowing Tezuka would have to think about him when he washed the sand out of his hair in the evening. "Aa," he agreed, going around to the front of the box. It was better if Tezuka did the walking forward, as he would actually be able to see over the crate. "Help me pick it up," Echizen said.
Tezuka bent down and picked Karupin up, putting her in the crate. He gave her a sharp look, daring her to leave the safety of the box as he squatted down to pick it up. He led them away from the beach and back through the jungle until they reached the cabins.
"I'll put them away while you grab your racket," he said when they finally set the crate down.
"'Kay," Echizen agreed as he straightened up. Ponta was heavier than it looked. "You stay with Buchou," he informed Karupin, who batted her tail against the floor.
"Mroma," she whined, still angry at him for having been neglected in lieu of Ponta. She hadn't been petted in a full two hours.
However, the moment her owner left, she sucked up to Tezuka, rubbing her heavy, furry body against his calves.
Tezuka took the bottles out of the crate and aligned them against the wall of the cabin, five down and three deep. He sincerely doubted his other cabinmates wanted Ponta, let alone bothered with his area. Satisfied, he shouldered his tennis bag and picked up Karupin, carrying her outside to wait for Echizen.
"Ready?" Echizen asked, arriving a few minutes later with his gear in tow.
Tezuka nodded and began walking away from the cabins toward the jungle. He held Karupin a bit tighter as they traipsed through the underbrush to get to the tennis courts. He didn't want her to get caught in a vine or get stuck in a tree again.
As they walked, Echizen sipped at a bottle of Ponta. He had to make this one last, since he already chugged at least six other bottles today. When they arrived at the tennis courts, he arranged Karupin's snuggie in his open tennis bag so she would have someplace to snuggle.
"Which?"
Even though he knew better, Tezuka was beginning to wonder if maybe Echizen's veins were filled with grape Ponta instead of blood since he thrived on the substance.
"Smooth," he said, pulling on his wrist band and slipping his racket out.
Echizen spun the racket. "It's rough," he informed Tezuka. "You can serve," he said picking up his racket to bounce the rim.
Tezuka pulled a few balls out of the bag, placing all put one in his pockets. He bounced it a few times, then tossed it up, sending a hard serve Echizen's way.
It began.
A swell of excitement bloomed in Echizen's chest, but instead of popping, it evened out. Tennis was fun, certainly, but if it lacked that certain edge one achieved by making a new move, finding the right opponent, or whatever made it positively riveting...
Well, then it really couldn't be called tennis.
They dueled back and forth, stimulating each other with counter upon counter until Echizen could hardly even remember what the move that started it off was. After all, it hardly mattered, the move that took the point was far more important.
As usual, Tezuka's slight advantage never lasted long. Echizen's return sailed just past the tip of his racket and neatly into the corner before bouncing out. He wasn't quite sure what that was, but he filed the move away so he could properly return it the next time.
Recomposing himself, he moved toward the net automatically. "Good game, Echizen."
The game was over, for now at least. The exhaustion and soreness from the match hit him immediately; the exhaustion he would never allow to interfere with a match. Especially matches with Buchou. Things like stamina didn't matter. Echizen proceeded toward the net, almost trying to copy Tezuka's long, elegant strides. It was impossible.
Tezuka knew the stipulations for winning, so Echizen wasted no time in going on his toes and kissing him firmly. "Good game, Buchou," Echizen said as he pulled back, the beginnings of a smug smirk permeating his features.
Sometimes Tezuka did not mind losing. Echizen had improved -- again -- and now he needed to catch up more than ever. Though he put it to the back of his thoughts as the taste of grape Ponta charged his senses. "Aa," he said, leaning in again to erase the smirk for a short time.
Kisses from Tezuka would only serve to make Echizen more smug, in the long run. For now, his thoughts were on the sensation, and focus merely on returning the kiss.
Buchou serves well off the court too.
When: January 10, after this post
Where: beach, then tennis courts
Summary: Ponta and tennis. (As usual.)
When the air drop landed and Echizen opened the package, he thought perhaps he had been struck with it and died. All of this Ponta was too good to be real. Without really caring too much about his state of being, Echizen jumped into the box and, for a few moments, just sat among the bottles.
Bottles?
If this were a dream, they would be cans. Either way, Ponta was Ponta, so Echizen took a swig of one. It tasted just as good. As Echizen guzzled six bottles easily, Karupin pawed at the box, mewing plaintively. Once Echizen's grapelust was sated, he hauled himself out of the container, a pack in tow, and rested against it. Karupin gave him a dirty look, but crawled into his lap nonetheless.
Echizen belched. Then he started thinking. Who would mail him Ponta? Craning his head back to see the propped open lid, Echizen read the return address. It seemed to be Tezuka's family home.
Buchou.
Echizen made a journal entry and traded comments. Buchou would be along soon.
So the package made it. Tezuka closed his laptop and set it aside. If he didn't hurry along, there was a good chance Echizen would fall asleep against the container. That is, unless the entire shipment was already gone by the entity known as Echizen's stomach.
Nonetheless, Tezuka left his cabin and weaved through the jungle until he reached the beach. Remembering the usual location of the airdrops, he walked along the sand until he could spot a large box and Echizen propped against it, empty bottles of Ponta surrounding him. He sighed a little at how ridiculous it was, but then again, when Echizen loved something, he didn't do it halfheartedly.
"Echizen."
Looking up at Tezuka from under his hat, Echizen smirked. Tezuka made better time than he expected. He grabbed Tezuka's wrist with the same speed he swung his tennis racket (and with just as much care) and pulled the taller boy down to the sand. Before Tezuka could say anything otherwise, Echizen straddled his chest and leaned in, such that their noses were mere centimeters apart.
"Buchou," he breathed, more than said, and planted a sticky, ponta flavored kiss on Tezuka's lips.
Karupin, exhibiting supreme patience, curled up by a Ponta bottle and ignored both of them studiously.
Tezuka felt himself hit the sand, but not how he got there. His eyes widened slightly as Echizen sat on him, then slipped closed as he was kissed. He didn't think he would never not associate the grape flavor with Echizen. Nor could he deny that the way Echizen said 'Buchou' gave him shivers.
He felt a bit breathless when Echizen pulled away, the taste of grape Ponta still on his lips as he licked them. "Pleased, I take it."
"I don't think you had to read my mind for that one," Echizen teased, tucking Tezuka's bangs behind a pale ear.
Breathless was a very good look on Tezuka. A very good look.
After a brief, cheeky kiss to Tezuka's nose, Echizen got up and offered a hand to Tezuka. "After you help me hide that from a certain monkey, let's play tennis."
No doubt, Tezuka was going to have to wipe the smug look off of Echizen's face. He took his hand and stood up, brushing himself off. "We can put it in my cabin. He knows better than to go after it there."
Echizen felt a little pride in knowing Tezuka would have to think about him when he washed the sand out of his hair in the evening. "Aa," he agreed, going around to the front of the box. It was better if Tezuka did the walking forward, as he would actually be able to see over the crate. "Help me pick it up," Echizen said.
Tezuka bent down and picked Karupin up, putting her in the crate. He gave her a sharp look, daring her to leave the safety of the box as he squatted down to pick it up. He led them away from the beach and back through the jungle until they reached the cabins.
"I'll put them away while you grab your racket," he said when they finally set the crate down.
"'Kay," Echizen agreed as he straightened up. Ponta was heavier than it looked. "You stay with Buchou," he informed Karupin, who batted her tail against the floor.
"Mroma," she whined, still angry at him for having been neglected in lieu of Ponta. She hadn't been petted in a full two hours.
However, the moment her owner left, she sucked up to Tezuka, rubbing her heavy, furry body against his calves.
Tezuka took the bottles out of the crate and aligned them against the wall of the cabin, five down and three deep. He sincerely doubted his other cabinmates wanted Ponta, let alone bothered with his area. Satisfied, he shouldered his tennis bag and picked up Karupin, carrying her outside to wait for Echizen.
"Ready?" Echizen asked, arriving a few minutes later with his gear in tow.
Tezuka nodded and began walking away from the cabins toward the jungle. He held Karupin a bit tighter as they traipsed through the underbrush to get to the tennis courts. He didn't want her to get caught in a vine or get stuck in a tree again.
As they walked, Echizen sipped at a bottle of Ponta. He had to make this one last, since he already chugged at least six other bottles today. When they arrived at the tennis courts, he arranged Karupin's snuggie in his open tennis bag so she would have someplace to snuggle.
"Which?"
Even though he knew better, Tezuka was beginning to wonder if maybe Echizen's veins were filled with grape Ponta instead of blood since he thrived on the substance.
"Smooth," he said, pulling on his wrist band and slipping his racket out.
Echizen spun the racket. "It's rough," he informed Tezuka. "You can serve," he said picking up his racket to bounce the rim.
Tezuka pulled a few balls out of the bag, placing all put one in his pockets. He bounced it a few times, then tossed it up, sending a hard serve Echizen's way.
It began.
A swell of excitement bloomed in Echizen's chest, but instead of popping, it evened out. Tennis was fun, certainly, but if it lacked that certain edge one achieved by making a new move, finding the right opponent, or whatever made it positively riveting...
Well, then it really couldn't be called tennis.
They dueled back and forth, stimulating each other with counter upon counter until Echizen could hardly even remember what the move that started it off was. After all, it hardly mattered, the move that took the point was far more important.
As usual, Tezuka's slight advantage never lasted long. Echizen's return sailed just past the tip of his racket and neatly into the corner before bouncing out. He wasn't quite sure what that was, but he filed the move away so he could properly return it the next time.
Recomposing himself, he moved toward the net automatically. "Good game, Echizen."
The game was over, for now at least. The exhaustion and soreness from the match hit him immediately; the exhaustion he would never allow to interfere with a match. Especially matches with Buchou. Things like stamina didn't matter. Echizen proceeded toward the net, almost trying to copy Tezuka's long, elegant strides. It was impossible.
Tezuka knew the stipulations for winning, so Echizen wasted no time in going on his toes and kissing him firmly. "Good game, Buchou," Echizen said as he pulled back, the beginnings of a smug smirk permeating his features.
Sometimes Tezuka did not mind losing. Echizen had improved -- again -- and now he needed to catch up more than ever. Though he put it to the back of his thoughts as the taste of grape Ponta charged his senses. "Aa," he said, leaning in again to erase the smirk for a short time.
Kisses from Tezuka would only serve to make Echizen more smug, in the long run. For now, his thoughts were on the sensation, and focus merely on returning the kiss.
Buchou serves well off the court too.