[PoT] The Taste of Pink, PG-13, Humor/Romance, FujiRyo
For koneko_desu.
30_kisses theme: #30 kiss
The Taste of Pink
Prince of Tennis, FujiRyo, PG-13, 485 words
Fuji, Ryoma, and a glass of pink lemonade.
The Taste of Pink
by meitachi
“Is that pink lemonade?” Ryoma asked, glancing idly up at the other boy from where he was sprawled on his back across Fuji’s bed. He tucked his arms behind his head, looking entirely too comfortable against those blue sheets.
Fuji smiled, lifting the glass to his lips. “Mmhmm,” he answered, tilting his head back to swallow, a bead of condensation trailing down the outside of the cup. Ryoma watched, eyes lidded, as Fuji’s throat worked, pale pink liquid slipping easily into his mouth and down his throat. He watched those fingers tighten around the glass as Fuji set the now half-empty drink down on his desk and licked his lips. He watched as Fuji looked at him, knowing fully well that he’d been watching.
“Something interesting, Ryoma-kun?” Fuji asked, amused.
Ryoma rolled his eyes and turned his head away, shifting over Fuji’s bed. “That’s a strangely sweet drink for you to like, Fuji-senpai,” he said off-handedly. “Don’t you prefer things like Inui’s Special Deluxe Golden Power Up Juice Remix?”
Fuji chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning a hip against the edge of his desk. “That is a particularly good drink,” he allowed, “but I’m rather fond of pink lemonade as well. It’s not nearly as sweet as you think. It’s rather…tart. A sharp piquant tang of lemon balanced with just the right amount of sugar.” He licked his lips again, thoughtfully, as if recalling the full bouquet of flavor. “And pinkness.”
“What are you, an expert?” Ryoma snorted and lifted himself up onto his elbows. A lemonade expert, honestly. Pink lemonade, at that. Fuji would be an expert on something like that, random as it was. He made a vaguely disgruntled face. “Can I try some?”
“Of course!” Wrapping his fingers around the glass, Fuji crossed the room and came to a stop before the bed. Ryoma looked up at him, expectantly, with a hand raised to accept the glass.
A mischievous glint entered Fuji’s eyes. Instead of handing Ryoma the lemonade, he took a drink himself, then, carefully holding the hand with the glass out of the way, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Ryoma’s. A small noise, annoyed, and the younger boy’s mouth fell open under his, accepting the tangy-sweet drink in a messy kiss, trickles of lemonade escaping the corners of their mouth, sliding a sticky path down their chins, necks, collarbones.
Fuji made a soft humming sound against Ryoma’s mouth before pulling back, lips red and eyes bright with hunger.
“You taste fruity,” Ryoma said, a small smirk curling his lip.
A sudden laugh pulled from him, Fuji upended the remainder of the glass on Ryoma’s bare body. His own smile was wicked, predatory. “Now you’ll taste fruity too,” he said, voice soft and low.
“Your sheets…” A half-disbelieving, half-amused look.
“Can be washed,” replied Fuji, lowering his head to lap at the lemonade puddle quivering on Ryoma’s stomach.
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Started/Finished: 02.11.06
30_kisses theme: #30 kiss
The Taste of Pink
Prince of Tennis, FujiRyo, PG-13, 485 words
Fuji, Ryoma, and a glass of pink lemonade.
The Taste of Pink
by meitachi
“Is that pink lemonade?” Ryoma asked, glancing idly up at the other boy from where he was sprawled on his back across Fuji’s bed. He tucked his arms behind his head, looking entirely too comfortable against those blue sheets.
Fuji smiled, lifting the glass to his lips. “Mmhmm,” he answered, tilting his head back to swallow, a bead of condensation trailing down the outside of the cup. Ryoma watched, eyes lidded, as Fuji’s throat worked, pale pink liquid slipping easily into his mouth and down his throat. He watched those fingers tighten around the glass as Fuji set the now half-empty drink down on his desk and licked his lips. He watched as Fuji looked at him, knowing fully well that he’d been watching.
“Something interesting, Ryoma-kun?” Fuji asked, amused.
Ryoma rolled his eyes and turned his head away, shifting over Fuji’s bed. “That’s a strangely sweet drink for you to like, Fuji-senpai,” he said off-handedly. “Don’t you prefer things like Inui’s Special Deluxe Golden Power Up Juice Remix?”
Fuji chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning a hip against the edge of his desk. “That is a particularly good drink,” he allowed, “but I’m rather fond of pink lemonade as well. It’s not nearly as sweet as you think. It’s rather…tart. A sharp piquant tang of lemon balanced with just the right amount of sugar.” He licked his lips again, thoughtfully, as if recalling the full bouquet of flavor. “And pinkness.”
“What are you, an expert?” Ryoma snorted and lifted himself up onto his elbows. A lemonade expert, honestly. Pink lemonade, at that. Fuji would be an expert on something like that, random as it was. He made a vaguely disgruntled face. “Can I try some?”
“Of course!” Wrapping his fingers around the glass, Fuji crossed the room and came to a stop before the bed. Ryoma looked up at him, expectantly, with a hand raised to accept the glass.
A mischievous glint entered Fuji’s eyes. Instead of handing Ryoma the lemonade, he took a drink himself, then, carefully holding the hand with the glass out of the way, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Ryoma’s. A small noise, annoyed, and the younger boy’s mouth fell open under his, accepting the tangy-sweet drink in a messy kiss, trickles of lemonade escaping the corners of their mouth, sliding a sticky path down their chins, necks, collarbones.
Fuji made a soft humming sound against Ryoma’s mouth before pulling back, lips red and eyes bright with hunger.
“You taste fruity,” Ryoma said, a small smirk curling his lip.
A sudden laugh pulled from him, Fuji upended the remainder of the glass on Ryoma’s bare body. His own smile was wicked, predatory. “Now you’ll taste fruity too,” he said, voice soft and low.
“Your sheets…” A half-disbelieving, half-amused look.
“Can be washed,” replied Fuji, lowering his head to lap at the lemonade puddle quivering on Ryoma’s stomach.
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Started/Finished: 02.11.06