TezuRyo Drabble (Glasses, Shower)
TezuRyo Drabble, 374 words
Ryoma has a habit of watching Tezuka after practices, after they shower. He’s fascinated by buchou in tennis, yes, but equally as much when Tezuka is without a racket, draped in nothing but a carefully tucked towel.
He hears the shower beside him stop and he shuts the water off in his own. He’s learned to time it perfectly, so that Tezuka steps out first, followed a step behind- always a step behind- by Ryoma. He can see in the foggy steam buchou’s chest and broad shoulders. He likes it and wants to run his fingers down the lines of Tezuka’s stomach, to circle his thumb around Tezuka’s bellybutton. The water still clings to buchou’s skin, half dry and sliding down his chest, below that low-slung towel.
They’re alone. Buchou is always careful of that, worried, maybe of someone seeing him unguarded like this. Worried that someone, Oishi especially, might notice the way his faces twists into the slightest wince and his hand holds his elbow. Ryoma wonders what it would be like, to play tennis with that sort of ache, but still be able to defeat anyone.
“Buchou,” he says, when he steps out of the shower. Tezuka turns to him and nods. He reaches blindly for his glasses, perched on the tiled floor, neatly off to the side, but Ryoma’s foot is quicker and he slides the glasses behind his ankle.
Tezuka pats the tiles, searching. His mouth curves into a frown and his damp hair falls around his face. His eyesight is poorer than Ryoma has thought it might be, maybe even as bad as Inui’s.
Buchou stands, as dignified as ever, but his face can’t hide the fact his eyes are wide and blurred, unseeing. “Echizen, have you…” he starts to say.
Ryoma cuts him off, pressing his palm flat against buchou’s chest. He smiles as his fingers touch the wet, warm skin and he pushes Tezuka into the wall, touching and smiling as buchou stands, slack-jawed for a moment.
Tezuka closes his eyes, sucking in his breath as Ryoma’s hand grows more bold, starting to tug at the towel that slumps over Tezuka’s hip, lower and lower. “The regulars-”
“Mada mada dane,” Ryoma says, and lets the towel fall.