They're stretched out on the living room floor when Tezuka arrives home from France, his racquet bags and suitcases stacked neatly by the front door. He hears Momoshiro's voice first, hollering and swearing, Oi, Echizen! and then Kikumaru's snickering. Sometimes when he comes home it's like he's stepped back into junior high, and he expects to hear Ryoma drawl mada mada at any minute.
"You're back," Ryoma says instead, twisting his Playstation controller to the left in order to send missiles hurtling into Momoshiro's pirate ship. He's lying on his stomach and his shirt is hiked up a little at the bottom. Tezuka's eyes trace the soft navy elastic of his waistband.
"Hey, Tezu-chan!" Kikumaru says. Tezuka remembers the days - fondly remembers, longs for, pines for, yearns - when he could have given Kikumaru fifty laps for this informality. On the bad days he comes home and Kikumaru will hug him, arms warm and awkward across his shoulders. On worse days he'll elbow him slyly in the gut and make lewd jokes about Tezuka's sex life. To be fourteen again. The power.
"Good evening," Tezuka says formally, kicking a slippered foot against Ryoma's ankle. It's been three weeks. As much as he's missed his friends - and despite his complaints, it is a relief to hear Kikumaru's laughter, and Momoshiro's hollering - he's missed other things more.
He wishes he were the type of person that could kiss Ryoma in front of everybody.
Ryoma twists his foot back around Tezuka's ankle and tries to trip him up. Tezuka imagines falling in a heap against the warmth of Ryoma's body.
"Hey, Buchou," Ryoma says, and casts the controller aside finally to turn over and smile up at him. "You're home."
"Yes," Tezuka says, and presses his foot into the firm muscles of Ryoma's stomach. "This place is a mess."
"Che, blame Momo," Ryoma scowls. "He thought I needed the company."
Ryoma does need the company, Tezuka knows. He gets sullen and moody and makes early morning calls to Tezuka's cellphone, grumbling and pretending to be confused about the time difference.
"He was wasting away without you," Momoshiro says and throws his arm around Ryoma's neck, rubbing his knuckles into messy black hair.
"Shut up," Ryoma says, voice low and husky. Tezuka expects him to reach up and pull his cap down low over his eyes the way he does when he's embarrassed, but the cap is thrown carelessly across the kitchen bench. "You're just a freeloader." He looks at Tezuka. "He drank all my Ponta and he makes the bed smell weird."
"I suppose that's my Welcome Home," Tezuka says.
Ryoma smiles at him, small and beautiful after three weeks alone.
Dead. I was more passed out than half-awake but I'm sure my muse-like features helped her writing process. I'll try to get more fics from her for you, any requests? dturfkyugh I'm hoping to get kidnapped!Ryoma.
djs;afl I really want follow-up to At night, Tezuka dreams of fucking Ryoma on the grass courts of Wimbledon. :(( Doing things in public. Winning Wimbledon together. Celebrity!fic. :(( My dream. :(( In my head only Starla can write fic where they win Wimbledon together, because only Starla's Tezuka sees his future, and Ryoma's face across the net. :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
kdlj;saf;jkasl god no, i am not requesting smut. D: i am requesting post-wimbledon fic where all the world knows about them and they have to deal. god. :(((((((((
"You're back," Ryoma says instead, twisting his Playstation controller to the left in order to send missiles hurtling into Momoshiro's pirate ship. He's lying on his stomach and his shirt is hiked up a little at the bottom. Tezuka's eyes trace the soft navy elastic of his waistband.
"Hey, Tezu-chan!" Kikumaru says. Tezuka remembers the days - fondly remembers, longs for, pines for, yearns - when he could have given Kikumaru fifty laps for this informality. On the bad days he comes home and Kikumaru will hug him, arms warm and awkward across his shoulders. On worse days he'll elbow him slyly in the gut and make lewd jokes about Tezuka's sex life. To be fourteen again. The power.
"Good evening," Tezuka says formally, kicking a slippered foot against Ryoma's ankle. It's been three weeks. As much as he's missed his friends - and despite his complaints, it is a relief to hear Kikumaru's laughter, and Momoshiro's hollering - he's missed other things more.
He wishes he were the type of person that could kiss Ryoma in front of everybody.
Ryoma twists his foot back around Tezuka's ankle and tries to trip him up. Tezuka imagines falling in a heap against the warmth of Ryoma's body.
"Hey, Buchou," Ryoma says, and casts the controller aside finally to turn over and smile up at him. "You're home."
"Yes," Tezuka says, and presses his foot into the firm muscles of Ryoma's stomach. "This place is a mess."
"Che, blame Momo," Ryoma scowls. "He thought I needed the company."
Ryoma does need the company, Tezuka knows. He gets sullen and moody and makes early morning calls to Tezuka's cellphone, grumbling and pretending to be confused about the time difference.
"He was wasting away without you," Momoshiro says and throws his arm around Ryoma's neck, rubbing his knuckles into messy black hair.
"Shut up," Ryoma says, voice low and husky. Tezuka expects him to reach up and pull his cap down low over his eyes the way he does when he's embarrassed, but the cap is thrown carelessly across the kitchen bench. "You're just a freeloader." He looks at Tezuka. "He drank all my Ponta and he makes the bed smell weird."
"I suppose that's my Welcome Home," Tezuka says.
Ryoma smiles at him, small and beautiful after three weeks alone.
"Yeah," he says. "Something like that."
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however, i am about to anyway. saldfjlk.
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djs;afl I really want follow-up to At night, Tezuka dreams of fucking Ryoma on the grass courts of Wimbledon. :(( Doing things in public. Winning Wimbledon together. Celebrity!fic. :(( My dream. :(( In my head only Starla can write fic where they win Wimbledon together, because only Starla's Tezuka sees his future, and Ryoma's face across the net. :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
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We've been making Melissa watch PoT lol she likes Ryoma :D :D :D :D
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I have been working on my fic!!!!! I have written the opening scene. I have no idea what happens from there. :>
And I need to change my request for Starla!Fic from Wimbledon!netkissing!fic to something else. ♥_♥ Chiya is so lovely. :((
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=; =; =;
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I want to write wonapalei a birthday drabble. :-<
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