STOP. [pot; tez, sae, syu]
title: STOP.
author: yumeyana
pairing: tezufuji, saetezu
rating: nc-17-ish
genre: uhm... angst and smut...
summary: there were some things not even a big red stop sign glaring down on to people can stop. tezuka and saeki were one of those.
Author's Notes: I haven't slept in days and then I read something that makes me love TezuSae all over again. I had to write it even if it made me late for my class. I was supposed to put thos up forpot_challenge but it became longer than what I had intended it to be. (^^;)
Dedication: This is for shinataku02 and trixie_chick for unconsiously feeding me back my muses. I love you both.
Disclaimers: Everything except the plot belongs to Konomi-sensei. Yup. The plot's mine.
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STOP.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this; he was betraying his best friend by giving in to the desires of his body. But loyalty was the farthest from his mind right now. All his brain could process was the fact that he had trapped Tezuka between him and the pillar that supported the waiting shed they were under.
They had first met here, he could remember. By this, Saeki didn’t mean that it was the first time they had gotten acquainted. By this he meant that it was the first time he had come to realize just how attractive the coffee haired one was.
But Tezuka was Fuji’s. Even at that age, they had belonged to each other.
He did not think, he had no time to think. Tezuka’s ride was coming in a few minutes - he did not know exactly how many and frankly he didn’t care much about time right now.
Saeki was letting his lips do all the work (thinking, kissing - you name it). Tezuka wasn’t resisting, he could feel it, yet he thought it was necessary to pin the other’s body with his own. One of the silver haired’s hands was around Tezuka’s waist, moving around the latter’s hips. He was just feeling, touching where his hands would take him. Saeki’s other hand was holding the bespectacled one’s face, in an effort to hold it there.
But Tezuka wasn’t resisting.
It was only a bus ride from Rokkaku. And they took that bus every year.
It was traditional for both Fuji and Saeki to go this particular place in Chiba at this particular time of the year when the summer was just about to end. That time usually produced the most beautiful of sunsets and they had watched it together every year even when the tensai had to move to Tokyo.
Then one year, some time ago, Fuji asked if he could bring Tezuka along.
It was Saeki’s biggest mistake to say ‘yes’.
Tezuka’s hands were moving as well; one was going under Saeki's nearly-unbuttoned-loose polo, the other fumbling on the strings that held the silver haired's khaki pants to his waist. The latter was thankful that this part of Chiba was actually a bit isolated and especially dark at night.
Lips were tracing Tezuka’s jaw, making its way to his ear - nibbling them slowly. Excruciatingly slow.
“Sae-ah-ki …”
Oh God, Tezuka thought. Saeki’s lips were good and his hands were working just as well. He knew they shouldn’t be doing this - it was screaming WRONG in big red letters - but he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t care - not right now, he couldn’t think straight, really - about anything. Not about how his Syusuke would react later, not about what would happen if anyone saw them making out in a bus stop…
And definitely not about how they would manage to do this here.
They would stay overnight, him and Fuji. But Tezuka wouldn’t.
He would go home after dinner by the beach. His mother had always wanted him home at night and not even a romantic and beautiful night by the beach was about to break his promise to his mother. And every night, Fuji would walk with Tezuka to the bus, leaving Saeki behind to watch the wonders alone.
But this one particular night hadn’t gone as planned.
He had not expected this to happen. No, even if he kissed Tezuka, he didn’t expect it to be returned. Especially not with much fervor.
Tezuka was not thinking about anything else, that was clear enough to Saeki. Had he been thinking, the bespectacled one would be pushing him away without a second thought. But untying the strings in Saeki’s pants was no way close to that line of thinking.
Saeki bit his lip, trying not to moan loudly as Tezuka touched him. It would do no good if someone heard them. He thanked the heavens that the house nearest the bus stop was more than a shout away. But still…
Really, the low moan’s Tezuka emitted when Saeki had touched him were not helping. No. Not all.
Why did he not come prepared, Saeki berated himself. He knew better than this.
Fuji twisted his ankle. How it could’ve happened with the tensai’s perfect balance, only the gods knew. But that had rendered the honey haired one incapacitated for at least until the next day.
Tezuka tried to call his mother to tell him about Fuji’s condition but his boyfriend would hear nothing about breaking a promise. Saeki’s here, he had said. Don’t worry.
The silver haired one had done a lot of things so as not to be left alone with his best friend’s boyfriend. He knew what might happen and he knew he would most probably regret it later.
But the tensai had always been the stubborn one.
It was Fuji’s greatest mistake to ask Saeki to walk Tezuka to the stop.
How Saeki managed to put Tezuka’s legs around him and rely on the pillar for support was beyond the latter’s imagination. Not that he needed to imagine it.
They were kissing, tongues on fire - tasting. Preventing each other from making themselves being heard. Yet some moans still escaped and it did nothing but fire them up more.
He was inside Saeki, his hands - he didn’t know how he did it - but they were still moving. They were moving together, making each other feel together.
Saeki was whispering his name in his mouth, breathing it. It was intoxicating.
In more ways than one, the reason why they never stayed together alone was because - in Saeki’s opinion - it would lead to something he wanted and did not want.
Fuji had entrusted his boyfriend to him. It was pure trust, Saeki thought. Pure damned trust.
Tezuka was aware but the silver haired wasn’t. And most probably the tensai was as well. Fuji was capable of seeing past anything.
But why, he asked himself, had he not insisted that he could reach the bus stop alone?
He was weak. He knew what opportunities he could grab and he did not even resist it. Even if the trust his Syusuke had given him could turn into a tryst with Saeki.
Saeki was slowly dressing him up, putting him back the way he should be. His lips hadn’t left Tezuka’s - not for a long expanse of time - but his hands were working well with fixing him up. It was arousing him again, but he tried to reign it in. The bus was coming. He wouldn’t be able to come again if he gave in.
Cerulean eyes, usually lighter than his boyfriend’s, were now serious and dark. They stared straight at him as Saeki broke the kiss and slowly moved away.
They could hear the bus already.
Saeki had not bothered to button his polo; it was ok since it was summer. But his pants were now tied up.
Their eyes were locked together; no sound came from their lips. Silence reigned between them now, unlike a few minutes before.
This was their crossroad. They both could choose one road and do something about these pent up feelings for each other. It was a lot of risk and it would entail a lot of heartaches but at least they would stop pretending.
Or they could choose that big red bus stop sign that was glaring down at them.
Tezuka broke their gaze and picked up his duffel bag, the one that had gotten discarded some time ago. He turned his heel and stepped inside the bus. He had chosen the other road.
Saeki breathed in deep, closing his eyes. STOP, the sign said. STOP.
And he did.
.owari
9:11a
29sept05
1286 words
author: yumeyana
pairing: tezufuji, saetezu
rating: nc-17-ish
genre: uhm... angst and smut...
summary: there were some things not even a big red stop sign glaring down on to people can stop. tezuka and saeki were one of those.
Author's Notes: I haven't slept in days and then I read something that makes me love TezuSae all over again. I had to write it even if it made me late for my class. I was supposed to put thos up forpot_challenge but it became longer than what I had intended it to be. (^^;)
Dedication: This is for shinataku02 and trixie_chick for unconsiously feeding me back my muses. I love you both.
Disclaimers: Everything except the plot belongs to Konomi-sensei. Yup. The plot's mine.
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STOP.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this; he was betraying his best friend by giving in to the desires of his body. But loyalty was the farthest from his mind right now. All his brain could process was the fact that he had trapped Tezuka between him and the pillar that supported the waiting shed they were under.
They had first met here, he could remember. By this, Saeki didn’t mean that it was the first time they had gotten acquainted. By this he meant that it was the first time he had come to realize just how attractive the coffee haired one was.
But Tezuka was Fuji’s. Even at that age, they had belonged to each other.
He did not think, he had no time to think. Tezuka’s ride was coming in a few minutes - he did not know exactly how many and frankly he didn’t care much about time right now.
Saeki was letting his lips do all the work (thinking, kissing - you name it). Tezuka wasn’t resisting, he could feel it, yet he thought it was necessary to pin the other’s body with his own. One of the silver haired’s hands was around Tezuka’s waist, moving around the latter’s hips. He was just feeling, touching where his hands would take him. Saeki’s other hand was holding the bespectacled one’s face, in an effort to hold it there.
But Tezuka wasn’t resisting.
It was only a bus ride from Rokkaku. And they took that bus every year.
It was traditional for both Fuji and Saeki to go this particular place in Chiba at this particular time of the year when the summer was just about to end. That time usually produced the most beautiful of sunsets and they had watched it together every year even when the tensai had to move to Tokyo.
Then one year, some time ago, Fuji asked if he could bring Tezuka along.
It was Saeki’s biggest mistake to say ‘yes’.
Tezuka’s hands were moving as well; one was going under Saeki's nearly-unbuttoned-loose polo, the other fumbling on the strings that held the silver haired's khaki pants to his waist. The latter was thankful that this part of Chiba was actually a bit isolated and especially dark at night.
Lips were tracing Tezuka’s jaw, making its way to his ear - nibbling them slowly. Excruciatingly slow.
“Sae-ah-ki …”
Oh God, Tezuka thought. Saeki’s lips were good and his hands were working just as well. He knew they shouldn’t be doing this - it was screaming WRONG in big red letters - but he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t care - not right now, he couldn’t think straight, really - about anything. Not about how his Syusuke would react later, not about what would happen if anyone saw them making out in a bus stop…
And definitely not about how they would manage to do this here.
They would stay overnight, him and Fuji. But Tezuka wouldn’t.
He would go home after dinner by the beach. His mother had always wanted him home at night and not even a romantic and beautiful night by the beach was about to break his promise to his mother. And every night, Fuji would walk with Tezuka to the bus, leaving Saeki behind to watch the wonders alone.
But this one particular night hadn’t gone as planned.
He had not expected this to happen. No, even if he kissed Tezuka, he didn’t expect it to be returned. Especially not with much fervor.
Tezuka was not thinking about anything else, that was clear enough to Saeki. Had he been thinking, the bespectacled one would be pushing him away without a second thought. But untying the strings in Saeki’s pants was no way close to that line of thinking.
Saeki bit his lip, trying not to moan loudly as Tezuka touched him. It would do no good if someone heard them. He thanked the heavens that the house nearest the bus stop was more than a shout away. But still…
Really, the low moan’s Tezuka emitted when Saeki had touched him were not helping. No. Not all.
Why did he not come prepared, Saeki berated himself. He knew better than this.
Fuji twisted his ankle. How it could’ve happened with the tensai’s perfect balance, only the gods knew. But that had rendered the honey haired one incapacitated for at least until the next day.
Tezuka tried to call his mother to tell him about Fuji’s condition but his boyfriend would hear nothing about breaking a promise. Saeki’s here, he had said. Don’t worry.
The silver haired one had done a lot of things so as not to be left alone with his best friend’s boyfriend. He knew what might happen and he knew he would most probably regret it later.
But the tensai had always been the stubborn one.
It was Fuji’s greatest mistake to ask Saeki to walk Tezuka to the stop.
How Saeki managed to put Tezuka’s legs around him and rely on the pillar for support was beyond the latter’s imagination. Not that he needed to imagine it.
They were kissing, tongues on fire - tasting. Preventing each other from making themselves being heard. Yet some moans still escaped and it did nothing but fire them up more.
He was inside Saeki, his hands - he didn’t know how he did it - but they were still moving. They were moving together, making each other feel together.
Saeki was whispering his name in his mouth, breathing it. It was intoxicating.
In more ways than one, the reason why they never stayed together alone was because - in Saeki’s opinion - it would lead to something he wanted and did not want.
Fuji had entrusted his boyfriend to him. It was pure trust, Saeki thought. Pure damned trust.
Tezuka was aware but the silver haired wasn’t. And most probably the tensai was as well. Fuji was capable of seeing past anything.
But why, he asked himself, had he not insisted that he could reach the bus stop alone?
He was weak. He knew what opportunities he could grab and he did not even resist it. Even if the trust his Syusuke had given him could turn into a tryst with Saeki.
Saeki was slowly dressing him up, putting him back the way he should be. His lips hadn’t left Tezuka’s - not for a long expanse of time - but his hands were working well with fixing him up. It was arousing him again, but he tried to reign it in. The bus was coming. He wouldn’t be able to come again if he gave in.
Cerulean eyes, usually lighter than his boyfriend’s, were now serious and dark. They stared straight at him as Saeki broke the kiss and slowly moved away.
They could hear the bus already.
Saeki had not bothered to button his polo; it was ok since it was summer. But his pants were now tied up.
Their eyes were locked together; no sound came from their lips. Silence reigned between them now, unlike a few minutes before.
This was their crossroad. They both could choose one road and do something about these pent up feelings for each other. It was a lot of risk and it would entail a lot of heartaches but at least they would stop pretending.
Or they could choose that big red bus stop sign that was glaring down at them.
Tezuka broke their gaze and picked up his duffel bag, the one that had gotten discarded some time ago. He turned his heel and stepped inside the bus. He had chosen the other road.
Saeki breathed in deep, closing his eyes. STOP, the sign said. STOP.
And he did.
.owari
9:11a
29sept05
1286 words