TeniPuri: (FIC) Breathe You In (Tezuka/Fuji) NC-17
Title: Breathe You In
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
album_mix Audioslave: Man or Animal: Man or Animal: Obedient or Out of Control.
In the same universe as Frankenstein, Patience Gone, Wait For You(NC-17), Our Burdens, Hour of Need and Tomorrow
For: evaporate because I promised her a specific type of nookie. And because we stayed up late writing nookie together. It was a thing. And because she is ♥, I'm sure she'll forgive me eventually.
Disclaimer: The owner of PoT owns Pot. As always, the cut and the tile are from the Audioslave song.
A/N: I will catch up on the Advent today.
With one last look at his desk, Fuji turned off the light. There were no stacks of papers, no important documents that needed his attention, no manila folders that needed filing. Nothing was on his desk aside from his computer, desk lamp, and picture of the team after winning the Nationals. It was one of ten that he had of Tezuka smiling, and the only he's willing to let others see.
Fuji walked over to Tezuka's office, peeking in the room from the doorway. Tezuka was hunched over his desk, writing at a fast pace on a scrap of paper before typing away at his keyboard. Fuji watched him for a few minutes, taking in every hurried glance at a clock, the rapid tapping of the backspace button, the subtle stretching of his posture. Tezuka, Fuji mused, would never cease to be absolutely fascinating, captivating, even when doing the most mundane of tasks.
"Fuji," Tezuka said, pulling Fuji out his silent reverie. "Are you finished?"
Striding toward him lazily after closing the door behind him, Fuji nodded. "It's amazing how much work can pile up in three days."
"Take care of yourself more diligently in the future."
Fuji tried not to roll his eyes. "Yes, Captain."
Tezuka gave him a vaguely amused glance at that, seeing as he never really called him captain when he was, in fact, his captain. Fuji thought it was a title wasted when used as a sign of respect and underutilized in other regards.
Tezuka looked back to the screen, continuing his assignment. Fuji sat on the lip of his desk, toying with a small stack of papers. Tezuka had surprised him by not returning to work until he did. He quietly hovered over him as he spent the last two days, before he returned to work, in bed, bringing him endless cups of tea and bowls of miso soup. The last time anyone had tended to him when he was sick was Yumiko during his first year of junior high.
In order to be able to take the vacation that Tezuka had planned for them, they both had to do three straight days of overtime. Fuji, quite frankly, was near exhausted. He couldn't count the number of disapproving glances Tezuka had given him every time Tezuka came out of his office to see Fuji practically slumped over his desk, trying to trudge through the backup that occurred during his absence. It didn't matter, though, because as soon as Tezuka finished, they'd be on leave. Two days at Tezuka's parents, and then five days in an isolated cabin by a small lake, near the mountains to engage in fishing, hiking, and photography. Well, at least according to Tezuka. Fuji had other ideas, none involving hiking or fishing, however, he could probably find a use for the camera.
Fuji sat there, admiring Tezuka's face as he typed. He was tired, Fuji could tell, and there were thin lines on his forehead, likely for frowning too much, but he looked young still, not much different than he did twelve years ago. The very same face that made him realise that anyone else's attention would be wasted it on him. To this very day, Fuji could honestly swear that there was no man alive as handsome as Tezuka. He could watch him for hours, and not once ever get tired of the sight. He could, however, get restless. The sort of restless which ended with both of them covered in sweat, amongst other things. Fuji got down from the desk before he ensured that they'd be even later in leaving than they were already.
"Almost finished?" Fuji leaned close as he asked, echoing Tezuka's earlier question. His lips brushed against Tezuka's ear as he spoke, tongue darting out to tease him slightly, enough to let him know that there was a reason that Fuji was so eager to leave.
Tezuka's fingers stilled on the keyboard, not moving again until Fuji had stepped away, retreating to the door. "Soon."
Tugging absently at his tie, Fuji tried to get himself more comfortable as he waited. Wearing a suit and tie all day was bothersome after a while, and he looked forward to going home and wearing nothing at all. He leaned against the door, taking another glance at the time, and sighed. He was tense and the time felt like it was slowing to a halt. The room was far too hot; the company never seemed to get a hold of the automatic timer on their system. Fuji pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants, and unbuttoned the top three buttons in an attempt to cool himself a little. It helped, barely, but enough so he wasn't feeling suffocated any longer.
He glanced back over to Tezuka and found that he was watching him. Fuji almost squirmed under the intensity, loving the way Tezuka's eyes took in every inch of his exposed skin and practically set it on fire. He let his fingers dance along his collarbone, trailing down his chest until he reached the next button, and undid it. Not looking away, Tezuka continued typing, fingers barely slowing on the keyboard. Fuji unbuttoned the next one, and let his hands drop to his sides. Tezuka stared at him for a few minutes longer before turning back to his work.
Fuji tapped his fingers against the wood of the door, humming quietly to himself. Tezuka only needed four more minutes and then he was shutting down the computer, pushing his chair under the desk, and taking his jacket. He walked over to Fuji, almost touching, but not in an unbearably seductive manner. Fuji looked up at Tezuka, whose eyes were staring at that one button that remained defiantly done, and almost shivered. He turned, rubbing his arse against Tezuka's erection, and opened the door to leave.
They walked silently to the elevator, partially mindful of any potential co-workers that may be lingering, and did no more than their arms brush against each other briefly. The door to the elevator had only been closed for a moment when Tezuka turned to him, and pushed him against the wall. The last stubborn button flew off of his shirt as Tezuka's hands roamed over his chest. Fuji moaned into Tezuka's mouth, threading his fingers through Tezuka's hair as they kissed.
Parting only due to the elevator reaching its destination, Tezuka lowered Fuji back onto his feet. His face still felt hot as he exited, and the ghost of Tezuka's body still remained resolutely on his. The garage was empty of all but three cars. One was theirs, and the other two belonged to maintenance. Fuji wondered, as he placed their coats in the backseat of the car, how quickly Tezuka could drive them somewhere, anywhere; he wasn't feeling too picky.
Before he could right himself, he felt Tezuka behind him, pressing against him. He turned, half sitting on the seat and looked at Tezuka, who stared at him hungrily. Fuji shifted backwards until his back hit the other car door, and Tezuka crawled in after him, closing the door behind him. Fuji didn't have a second to even make himself comfortable before Tezuka pressed him down against the seat. Tezuka's knees were under his thighs, grinding their erections together through the rough cloth of their pants.
A metal buckle was pressing into his back, but Fuji didn't care because Tezuka was licking and biting at his neck as he hastily undid his belt. Fuji arched up into Tezuka's hand before he even had a chance to pull down the boxers he was wearing. He reached up frantically pulling at the buttons of Tezuka's shirt until he was able to push the shirt off of Tezuka's shoulders until it came to rest in the crook of his elbows.
Only one leg of Fuji's pants managed to come off, the other wrapped awkwardly around his knee with his boxers bunched up on top of them. Tezuka was biting his chest, sucking and nipping at his nipples until they were hard and swollen from the treatment. Fuji gasped, fingers tangled in Tezuka's hair, urging him lower down.
Fuji opened his eyes, not even aware he'd closed them, and stared at Tezuka's hunched form as he licked a path up the length of his cock. Eyes shutting again as Tezuka's lowered his mouth down on him, Fuji tried to rein in the overwhelming lust that coursed through him. He barely registered the rustle of a paper bag in the back of his mind until he heard a vaguely familiar sound of a container being opened.
He glanced up, and Tezuka looked at him with a gorgeously sheepish expression he had no right to have after that many years of this. "For vacation," he said by way of explanation.
The feel of Tezuka's tongue on his cock made him impatient, and the fingers being worked inside of him just on the side of desperate. Fuji reached down between his legs, caressing Tezuka's face briefly before he covered Tezuka's hand with his own, pushing the fingers further inside of him, rocking on them unabashedly.
Tezuka lifted his head, watching him, and Fuji never loved the feel of Tezuka's eyes on his body so much. He arched his back, moaning softly as Tezuka's fingers pumped inside of him. He grabbed the hem of Tezuka's shirt, still caught on his elbows, and tugged him up until he was covering him.
Digging his nails into Tezuka's shoulder, Fuji gasped silently as Tezuka's cock thrust inside of him. It was just slightly painful with the pleasure almost drowning it out. Tezuka pushed his thighs closer to his chest, and thrust again, almost splitting him in half. Fuji grasped uselessly at the dangling shoulder belt above him, wrapping his hand around it as he pulled. Tezuka bit at his lip, thrusting into him at frantic pace, barely allowing him breath before he was panting jaggedly in Tezuka's arms.
The feel of Tezuka's teeth against his skin was driving him into a frenzy, pushing up against every cant of Tezuka's hips, his ankles crossed against Tezuka's back, holding him so close he could scarcely move.
Tezuka whispered breathlessly in his ear, the damp heat of it tingling against his ear lobe and he turned to capture Tezuka's lips with his own before the sensation drove him insane. The calloused fingers of Tezuka's hands rubbed teasingly against his cock, stroking him half-heartedly, counter to the slamming forcefulness of his thrusts. Fuji pulled at Tezuka's hair, gently, and then not so, until nothing in Tezuka's movements was slow or soft.
Minutes later and his world came crashing down in a haze of sweat and skin. Fuji held onto Tezuka with both arms as his body pulsed in the after math. He could barely breathe, but that was okay because his neck was resting awkwardly against the car door and that buckle had likely imprinted its visage on his back. Tezuka was slumped on top of him, kissing his neck absently. Fuji's fingers were in Tezuka's hair again, running the damp, tangled strands until Tezuka finally found the will to pull out of him.
Tezuka looked down at him, those eyes still burning fiercely through his skin, and Fuji knew that if it weren't for the time, or the location, Tezuka would still be on top of him. Fuji licked at his lips, offering anyhow, despite the hour, and the uncomfortable position he was in, and raised his eyebrows in question.
Just as he was prepared to redress, Tezuka shifted to a sitting position, pulling Fuji on top of his lap. He could feel the head of Tezuka's half hard cock nudging him insistently.
"We'll be late," Fuji reminded without much care for the actual breach of manners. Their eyes locked, and Tezuka didn't say a word. Fuji leaned his head on Tezuka's shoulder, kissing the side of his neck, which turned into a bite as Tezuka pressed inside of him again.
Fuji pulled back, just enough to see Tezuka's face, and smiled a little, face flushed. He had missed this, not just the sex, even though they hadn't since he'd been in the hospital, but the rushed, desperate sex in the backseat of the car. It reminded him of their first time, and the second and the third, and the not-dates they went on in their youth. He grabbed Tezuka's face, his hair, and pulled him until they were kissing again. They were supposed to be driving, and this would put them behind schedule, not to mention pique the curiosity of his parents they were supposed to be visiting. Fuji rocked his hips, moaning into Tezuka's mouth. The world could wait.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
album_mix Audioslave: Man or Animal: Man or Animal: Obedient or Out of Control.
In the same universe as Frankenstein, Patience Gone, Wait For You(NC-17), Our Burdens, Hour of Need and Tomorrow
For: evaporate because I promised her a specific type of nookie. And because we stayed up late writing nookie together. It was a thing. And because she is ♥, I'm sure she'll forgive me eventually.
Disclaimer: The owner of PoT owns Pot. As always, the cut and the tile are from the Audioslave song.
A/N: I will catch up on the Advent today.
With one last look at his desk, Fuji turned off the light. There were no stacks of papers, no important documents that needed his attention, no manila folders that needed filing. Nothing was on his desk aside from his computer, desk lamp, and picture of the team after winning the Nationals. It was one of ten that he had of Tezuka smiling, and the only he's willing to let others see.
Fuji walked over to Tezuka's office, peeking in the room from the doorway. Tezuka was hunched over his desk, writing at a fast pace on a scrap of paper before typing away at his keyboard. Fuji watched him for a few minutes, taking in every hurried glance at a clock, the rapid tapping of the backspace button, the subtle stretching of his posture. Tezuka, Fuji mused, would never cease to be absolutely fascinating, captivating, even when doing the most mundane of tasks.
"Fuji," Tezuka said, pulling Fuji out his silent reverie. "Are you finished?"
Striding toward him lazily after closing the door behind him, Fuji nodded. "It's amazing how much work can pile up in three days."
"Take care of yourself more diligently in the future."
Fuji tried not to roll his eyes. "Yes, Captain."
Tezuka gave him a vaguely amused glance at that, seeing as he never really called him captain when he was, in fact, his captain. Fuji thought it was a title wasted when used as a sign of respect and underutilized in other regards.
Tezuka looked back to the screen, continuing his assignment. Fuji sat on the lip of his desk, toying with a small stack of papers. Tezuka had surprised him by not returning to work until he did. He quietly hovered over him as he spent the last two days, before he returned to work, in bed, bringing him endless cups of tea and bowls of miso soup. The last time anyone had tended to him when he was sick was Yumiko during his first year of junior high.
In order to be able to take the vacation that Tezuka had planned for them, they both had to do three straight days of overtime. Fuji, quite frankly, was near exhausted. He couldn't count the number of disapproving glances Tezuka had given him every time Tezuka came out of his office to see Fuji practically slumped over his desk, trying to trudge through the backup that occurred during his absence. It didn't matter, though, because as soon as Tezuka finished, they'd be on leave. Two days at Tezuka's parents, and then five days in an isolated cabin by a small lake, near the mountains to engage in fishing, hiking, and photography. Well, at least according to Tezuka. Fuji had other ideas, none involving hiking or fishing, however, he could probably find a use for the camera.
Fuji sat there, admiring Tezuka's face as he typed. He was tired, Fuji could tell, and there were thin lines on his forehead, likely for frowning too much, but he looked young still, not much different than he did twelve years ago. The very same face that made him realise that anyone else's attention would be wasted it on him. To this very day, Fuji could honestly swear that there was no man alive as handsome as Tezuka. He could watch him for hours, and not once ever get tired of the sight. He could, however, get restless. The sort of restless which ended with both of them covered in sweat, amongst other things. Fuji got down from the desk before he ensured that they'd be even later in leaving than they were already.
"Almost finished?" Fuji leaned close as he asked, echoing Tezuka's earlier question. His lips brushed against Tezuka's ear as he spoke, tongue darting out to tease him slightly, enough to let him know that there was a reason that Fuji was so eager to leave.
Tezuka's fingers stilled on the keyboard, not moving again until Fuji had stepped away, retreating to the door. "Soon."
Tugging absently at his tie, Fuji tried to get himself more comfortable as he waited. Wearing a suit and tie all day was bothersome after a while, and he looked forward to going home and wearing nothing at all. He leaned against the door, taking another glance at the time, and sighed. He was tense and the time felt like it was slowing to a halt. The room was far too hot; the company never seemed to get a hold of the automatic timer on their system. Fuji pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants, and unbuttoned the top three buttons in an attempt to cool himself a little. It helped, barely, but enough so he wasn't feeling suffocated any longer.
He glanced back over to Tezuka and found that he was watching him. Fuji almost squirmed under the intensity, loving the way Tezuka's eyes took in every inch of his exposed skin and practically set it on fire. He let his fingers dance along his collarbone, trailing down his chest until he reached the next button, and undid it. Not looking away, Tezuka continued typing, fingers barely slowing on the keyboard. Fuji unbuttoned the next one, and let his hands drop to his sides. Tezuka stared at him for a few minutes longer before turning back to his work.
Fuji tapped his fingers against the wood of the door, humming quietly to himself. Tezuka only needed four more minutes and then he was shutting down the computer, pushing his chair under the desk, and taking his jacket. He walked over to Fuji, almost touching, but not in an unbearably seductive manner. Fuji looked up at Tezuka, whose eyes were staring at that one button that remained defiantly done, and almost shivered. He turned, rubbing his arse against Tezuka's erection, and opened the door to leave.
They walked silently to the elevator, partially mindful of any potential co-workers that may be lingering, and did no more than their arms brush against each other briefly. The door to the elevator had only been closed for a moment when Tezuka turned to him, and pushed him against the wall. The last stubborn button flew off of his shirt as Tezuka's hands roamed over his chest. Fuji moaned into Tezuka's mouth, threading his fingers through Tezuka's hair as they kissed.
Parting only due to the elevator reaching its destination, Tezuka lowered Fuji back onto his feet. His face still felt hot as he exited, and the ghost of Tezuka's body still remained resolutely on his. The garage was empty of all but three cars. One was theirs, and the other two belonged to maintenance. Fuji wondered, as he placed their coats in the backseat of the car, how quickly Tezuka could drive them somewhere, anywhere; he wasn't feeling too picky.
Before he could right himself, he felt Tezuka behind him, pressing against him. He turned, half sitting on the seat and looked at Tezuka, who stared at him hungrily. Fuji shifted backwards until his back hit the other car door, and Tezuka crawled in after him, closing the door behind him. Fuji didn't have a second to even make himself comfortable before Tezuka pressed him down against the seat. Tezuka's knees were under his thighs, grinding their erections together through the rough cloth of their pants.
A metal buckle was pressing into his back, but Fuji didn't care because Tezuka was licking and biting at his neck as he hastily undid his belt. Fuji arched up into Tezuka's hand before he even had a chance to pull down the boxers he was wearing. He reached up frantically pulling at the buttons of Tezuka's shirt until he was able to push the shirt off of Tezuka's shoulders until it came to rest in the crook of his elbows.
Only one leg of Fuji's pants managed to come off, the other wrapped awkwardly around his knee with his boxers bunched up on top of them. Tezuka was biting his chest, sucking and nipping at his nipples until they were hard and swollen from the treatment. Fuji gasped, fingers tangled in Tezuka's hair, urging him lower down.
Fuji opened his eyes, not even aware he'd closed them, and stared at Tezuka's hunched form as he licked a path up the length of his cock. Eyes shutting again as Tezuka's lowered his mouth down on him, Fuji tried to rein in the overwhelming lust that coursed through him. He barely registered the rustle of a paper bag in the back of his mind until he heard a vaguely familiar sound of a container being opened.
He glanced up, and Tezuka looked at him with a gorgeously sheepish expression he had no right to have after that many years of this. "For vacation," he said by way of explanation.
The feel of Tezuka's tongue on his cock made him impatient, and the fingers being worked inside of him just on the side of desperate. Fuji reached down between his legs, caressing Tezuka's face briefly before he covered Tezuka's hand with his own, pushing the fingers further inside of him, rocking on them unabashedly.
Tezuka lifted his head, watching him, and Fuji never loved the feel of Tezuka's eyes on his body so much. He arched his back, moaning softly as Tezuka's fingers pumped inside of him. He grabbed the hem of Tezuka's shirt, still caught on his elbows, and tugged him up until he was covering him.
Digging his nails into Tezuka's shoulder, Fuji gasped silently as Tezuka's cock thrust inside of him. It was just slightly painful with the pleasure almost drowning it out. Tezuka pushed his thighs closer to his chest, and thrust again, almost splitting him in half. Fuji grasped uselessly at the dangling shoulder belt above him, wrapping his hand around it as he pulled. Tezuka bit at his lip, thrusting into him at frantic pace, barely allowing him breath before he was panting jaggedly in Tezuka's arms.
The feel of Tezuka's teeth against his skin was driving him into a frenzy, pushing up against every cant of Tezuka's hips, his ankles crossed against Tezuka's back, holding him so close he could scarcely move.
Tezuka whispered breathlessly in his ear, the damp heat of it tingling against his ear lobe and he turned to capture Tezuka's lips with his own before the sensation drove him insane. The calloused fingers of Tezuka's hands rubbed teasingly against his cock, stroking him half-heartedly, counter to the slamming forcefulness of his thrusts. Fuji pulled at Tezuka's hair, gently, and then not so, until nothing in Tezuka's movements was slow or soft.
Minutes later and his world came crashing down in a haze of sweat and skin. Fuji held onto Tezuka with both arms as his body pulsed in the after math. He could barely breathe, but that was okay because his neck was resting awkwardly against the car door and that buckle had likely imprinted its visage on his back. Tezuka was slumped on top of him, kissing his neck absently. Fuji's fingers were in Tezuka's hair again, running the damp, tangled strands until Tezuka finally found the will to pull out of him.
Tezuka looked down at him, those eyes still burning fiercely through his skin, and Fuji knew that if it weren't for the time, or the location, Tezuka would still be on top of him. Fuji licked at his lips, offering anyhow, despite the hour, and the uncomfortable position he was in, and raised his eyebrows in question.
Just as he was prepared to redress, Tezuka shifted to a sitting position, pulling Fuji on top of his lap. He could feel the head of Tezuka's half hard cock nudging him insistently.
"We'll be late," Fuji reminded without much care for the actual breach of manners. Their eyes locked, and Tezuka didn't say a word. Fuji leaned his head on Tezuka's shoulder, kissing the side of his neck, which turned into a bite as Tezuka pressed inside of him again.
Fuji pulled back, just enough to see Tezuka's face, and smiled a little, face flushed. He had missed this, not just the sex, even though they hadn't since he'd been in the hospital, but the rushed, desperate sex in the backseat of the car. It reminded him of their first time, and the second and the third, and the not-dates they went on in their youth. He grabbed Tezuka's face, his hair, and pulled him until they were kissing again. They were supposed to be driving, and this would put them behind schedule, not to mention pique the curiosity of his parents they were supposed to be visiting. Fuji rocked his hips, moaning into Tezuka's mouth. The world could wait.