[PoT] Tourist Season, PG, Humor/Fluff, FujiRyo
Title: Tourist Season
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma wants to take a trip to the beach. Sort of fluffy humor in which Fuji brings along a camera and Ryoma is a tease.
30_kisses theme: #29 the sound of waves
For aisutenshi!
Tourist Season
by meitachi
“I want to go to the beach.”
“Hmm? Why is that?”
“I just do. And you can take pictures.”
“Well, in that case… Ryoma, would you like to go to the beach with me?”
“Iisuyo.”
~
“I meant pictures of the sea, not pictures of me.”
“Yes, the ocean is quite beautiful, but so are you, ne?”
Ryoma rolled his eyes and shoved Fuji, exasperatedly. Only the faintest color tinged his cheeks; he was getting better at not blushing at his boyfriend’s excessive flattery. “Don’t be stupid, Syuusuke,” he said, stretching out on the towel and closing his eyes against the bright sunlight reflecting off the waves.
“Maa,” replied Fuji mildly, leaning over to rummage in their duffel bag. “Where is your cap?” Removing a bottle of sunscreen lotion (coconut scented), a pair of sunglasses, and a few magazines, Fuji finally pulled out Ryoma’s trademark white Fila cap. He tugged it over Ryoma’s head, smiling. “Better?” he asked cheerfully.
Ryoma grunted.
His smile widening, Fuji replaced the miscellaneous items back in the bag and picked up his camera again. He had been slightly worried about the damage windblown sand and sea spray would do to his precious Nikon, but it had turned out to be an exceptionally nice day. Despite the hot rays of the sun, there was a cooling breeze that remained gentle enough to not blow sand into people’s eyes.
Glancing again at the boy laid out by his side, Fuji’s smile softened. Ryoma was stretched out in his usual napping position, head this time propped up by a rolled up beach towel rather than the usual tree trunk. Or Fuji’s lap, for that matter. Raising his camera, Fuji snapped a few shots in succession, first of a relaxed Ryoma and then of a Ryoma cracking one eye open with an irritable look.
“Take some pictures of the damn sea,” he growled.
“That’s not nearly as fun,” Fuji said back, camera capturing the sleek, powerful body laid out on the towel. “It doesn’t growl back at me.” Tempting, he thought, leaning back to get a full-length shot of the darkening skin of the shoulders and the curve of the hip seen just above the waistband of dark blue swimming shorts and the legs that could be spread just a little more…
Fuji lowered his camera and smiled at Ryoma.
Ryoma shivered involuntarily at the predatory look. “We’re in public,” he admonished, eyes wary.
“Is that so?” purred Fuji, laying his hand on Ryoma’s knee.
He found it interesting that Ryoma didn’t pull away. Instead, the younger boy gave him a challenging look, golden eyes darkening. The intent in that gaze made Fuji want, and want with a sudden desperation that always struck him around Ryoma. This fierce hunger and possessiveness, it couldn’t be healthy… But, oh, it was so sweet. Fuji slid his hand up to Ryoma’s thigh.
A hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. “Take some pictures of the damned sea for your class,” Ryoma said, removing Fuji’s hand from his thigh, “and we can go home before it gets dark.”
Fuji looked at him, gaze measuring. After a moment, he smiled and said, “Saa, that sounds like a good plan. We can have dinner before I drop you off at home.” He sat back and fiddled with his camera. A few minutes later, after he had aimed the lens at the seascape and was adjusting the zoom, Ryoma leaned across him, deliberately sliding skin against warm skin.
“Ryoma?” he asked, startled.
He was answered with a smirk. “I wanted some Ponta,” Ryoma said, holding up the can he’d gotten out of the cooler beside Fuji. Sitting back, he tugged his cap over his eyes and murmured into his drink, “Take those pictures, Syuusuke.”
Fuji almost smiled. Tease, he thought fondly.
~
“Nyaa~Fuji! I wanna see, I wanna see!”
“Here you go. This is the one I entered into the contest-“
“Oooh, Fuji you’re so good! This is really, really pretty. Wow!”
“Saa, the weather was cooperating… Oh, and here are some photos of Ryoma…”
“Ochibi! Ah~an, what is he- …FUJI!”
“Hmm?”
“This is NOT appropriate for school!”
“Isn’t it?”
“Ochibi’s not wearing any clothes!”
--
Started/Finished: 04.27.05
The End! I had so much fun writing this. XD;; It came out of nowhere and I’m not sure which muse to credit it to. Fuji-muse, probably, because he wanted some fluff.
And, because I’m greatly amused by myself, I present to you an extra-special, rather pointless omake!
--
OMAKE
“Ochibi’s not wearing any clothes!”
“Saa, that’s because it’s just an upper-body shot, Eiji. He has swimming trunks on but you can’t see them.”
“O-oh… Good. Okay, that’s okay then. Otherwise I was gonna tell Oishi on you, nya. Bad Fuji!”
Fuji chuckled. “Is that so?” He glanced at the clock. “Oh, I should be going. I promised to have dinner with Ryoma’s family tonight.”
Eiji’s wide-eyed look and fervent, “Good luck!” stayed with him as he biked to junior high tennis courts.
Ryoma met him with a disgruntled look-“Practice was awful today; I hate stupid people.”-but seemed to cheer up as they walked back. When Fuji mentioned his earlier conversation with Eiji, however, Ryoma nearly walked into a street pole.
“YOU SHOWED HIM THE NUDE PICTURES?!”
A nearby motorist nearly ran onto the curb.
--
Posted: 04.29.2005
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Ryoma wants to take a trip to the beach. Sort of fluffy humor in which Fuji brings along a camera and Ryoma is a tease.
30_kisses theme: #29 the sound of waves
For aisutenshi!
Tourist Season
by meitachi
“I want to go to the beach.”
“Hmm? Why is that?”
“I just do. And you can take pictures.”
“Well, in that case… Ryoma, would you like to go to the beach with me?”
“Iisuyo.”
~
“I meant pictures of the sea, not pictures of me.”
“Yes, the ocean is quite beautiful, but so are you, ne?”
Ryoma rolled his eyes and shoved Fuji, exasperatedly. Only the faintest color tinged his cheeks; he was getting better at not blushing at his boyfriend’s excessive flattery. “Don’t be stupid, Syuusuke,” he said, stretching out on the towel and closing his eyes against the bright sunlight reflecting off the waves.
“Maa,” replied Fuji mildly, leaning over to rummage in their duffel bag. “Where is your cap?” Removing a bottle of sunscreen lotion (coconut scented), a pair of sunglasses, and a few magazines, Fuji finally pulled out Ryoma’s trademark white Fila cap. He tugged it over Ryoma’s head, smiling. “Better?” he asked cheerfully.
Ryoma grunted.
His smile widening, Fuji replaced the miscellaneous items back in the bag and picked up his camera again. He had been slightly worried about the damage windblown sand and sea spray would do to his precious Nikon, but it had turned out to be an exceptionally nice day. Despite the hot rays of the sun, there was a cooling breeze that remained gentle enough to not blow sand into people’s eyes.
Glancing again at the boy laid out by his side, Fuji’s smile softened. Ryoma was stretched out in his usual napping position, head this time propped up by a rolled up beach towel rather than the usual tree trunk. Or Fuji’s lap, for that matter. Raising his camera, Fuji snapped a few shots in succession, first of a relaxed Ryoma and then of a Ryoma cracking one eye open with an irritable look.
“Take some pictures of the damn sea,” he growled.
“That’s not nearly as fun,” Fuji said back, camera capturing the sleek, powerful body laid out on the towel. “It doesn’t growl back at me.” Tempting, he thought, leaning back to get a full-length shot of the darkening skin of the shoulders and the curve of the hip seen just above the waistband of dark blue swimming shorts and the legs that could be spread just a little more…
Fuji lowered his camera and smiled at Ryoma.
Ryoma shivered involuntarily at the predatory look. “We’re in public,” he admonished, eyes wary.
“Is that so?” purred Fuji, laying his hand on Ryoma’s knee.
He found it interesting that Ryoma didn’t pull away. Instead, the younger boy gave him a challenging look, golden eyes darkening. The intent in that gaze made Fuji want, and want with a sudden desperation that always struck him around Ryoma. This fierce hunger and possessiveness, it couldn’t be healthy… But, oh, it was so sweet. Fuji slid his hand up to Ryoma’s thigh.
A hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. “Take some pictures of the damned sea for your class,” Ryoma said, removing Fuji’s hand from his thigh, “and we can go home before it gets dark.”
Fuji looked at him, gaze measuring. After a moment, he smiled and said, “Saa, that sounds like a good plan. We can have dinner before I drop you off at home.” He sat back and fiddled with his camera. A few minutes later, after he had aimed the lens at the seascape and was adjusting the zoom, Ryoma leaned across him, deliberately sliding skin against warm skin.
“Ryoma?” he asked, startled.
He was answered with a smirk. “I wanted some Ponta,” Ryoma said, holding up the can he’d gotten out of the cooler beside Fuji. Sitting back, he tugged his cap over his eyes and murmured into his drink, “Take those pictures, Syuusuke.”
Fuji almost smiled. Tease, he thought fondly.
~
“Nyaa~Fuji! I wanna see, I wanna see!”
“Here you go. This is the one I entered into the contest-“
“Oooh, Fuji you’re so good! This is really, really pretty. Wow!”
“Saa, the weather was cooperating… Oh, and here are some photos of Ryoma…”
“Ochibi! Ah~an, what is he- …FUJI!”
“Hmm?”
“This is NOT appropriate for school!”
“Isn’t it?”
“Ochibi’s not wearing any clothes!”
--
Started/Finished: 04.27.05
The End! I had so much fun writing this. XD;; It came out of nowhere and I’m not sure which muse to credit it to. Fuji-muse, probably, because he wanted some fluff.
And, because I’m greatly amused by myself, I present to you an extra-special, rather pointless omake!
--
OMAKE
“Ochibi’s not wearing any clothes!”
“Saa, that’s because it’s just an upper-body shot, Eiji. He has swimming trunks on but you can’t see them.”
“O-oh… Good. Okay, that’s okay then. Otherwise I was gonna tell Oishi on you, nya. Bad Fuji!”
Fuji chuckled. “Is that so?” He glanced at the clock. “Oh, I should be going. I promised to have dinner with Ryoma’s family tonight.”
Eiji’s wide-eyed look and fervent, “Good luck!” stayed with him as he biked to junior high tennis courts.
Ryoma met him with a disgruntled look-“Practice was awful today; I hate stupid people.”-but seemed to cheer up as they walked back. When Fuji mentioned his earlier conversation with Eiji, however, Ryoma nearly walked into a street pole.
“YOU SHOWED HIM THE NUDE PICTURES?!”
A nearby motorist nearly ran onto the curb.
--
Posted: 04.29.2005