Bittersweet Regrets for Huntee x Huntee!
Title: Bittersweet Regrets
Author: hplover2
Recipient: Huntee_x_Huntee
Pairing: Yukimura/Tezuka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Sex
Notes: Tried to write this in the tone you were looking for - I hope you like it!
Summary: The pain in Tezuka's shoulder at 30 years old is almost as bad as the hole in Yukimura's heart. Maybe together they'll find that new beginnings can start whenever, wherever and with the people you'd least expect.
Throwing his racket bag over his right shoulder, Tezuka shrugs his shoulder to adjust the bag’s placement before accepting the reality that it’ll never sit just quite right. Too bony, Tezuka thinks to himself morosely, remembering what every physical therapist has told him over the last eight years of his professional tennis career. He is going to be celebrating his thirtieth birthday in the fall and the idea of another person massaging that shoulder until he cries is still just as unsettling as it was the day he turned twenty-two and spent that night in the hospital with a limp shoulder and an IV full of morphine in his veins.
The sun beats down on the top of Tezuka’s head as he makes his way out of the apartment he shares with Fuji and into the city. Taking the stairs one at a time, Tezuka manages to avoid slipping and landing on his ass, something Oishi manages to do every time he visits. He really should stop visiting. Not that Tezuka wants that. He’d really be okay with him visiting more, but he’d never say that. He barely tells Fuji the days he’ll be home late from training even though there’s always a note on the fridge when Fuji will be leaving for the weekend.
I left money in the floral jar in the shrine, Kunimitsu. Make sure to at least go down to 7-11 once a day. Be back Monday!
They have an agreement, him and Fuji. Fuji doesn’t ask why there are at least five bottles of pain killers in the cabinets and Tezuka pretends not to know that Fuji’s fucking his little brother’s boyfriend. Tezuka’s sure he got the short end of the stick once again somehow, but ever since Fuji’s been gone on the weekends there’s been less heaving and other terrible noises at odd hours of the night and that’s something Tezuka would give up his first unborn son to keep this consistency in their current living condition.
That’s why when he calls for the third time this week, Tezuka panics. Fumbling for his phone with his non-dominant hand, Tezuka manages to flip it open and press it to his face while pressing himself through the mass of warm bodies in Ueno Station.
“Tezuka-kun?”
Heavy breathing is the immediate reply the other boy receives before Tezuka’s voice cracks through, “Yukimura?”
“Yes, it’s me. You didn’t pick up earlier; I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”
“About meeting at Ueno Station at 2:30 pm, even though right now it’s 2:31 pm and I’m not there,” Tezuka replies, approaching a slightly smaller figure from behind.
Yukimura hears the familiar voice behind him and closes his phone, rounding on Tezuka, “I thought you…” Tezuka swears for a second he may have caught Yukimura off guard. An oddly satisfying feeling runs through Tezuka’s body.
“You brought your tennis rackets?” A soft laugh escapes Yukimura’s lips as he places his hand on Tezuka’s shoulder. Tezuka is sure that it’s his right shoulder on purpose. “I think you may have misunderstood me.”
“You said we were going to be working on something together,” Tezuka tilts his head to the side, clearly confused, “I assumed it would involve tennis rackets?”
“I can see I may have led you astray,” Yukimura replies.
Yukimura is now looking at his feet as the pain in Tezuka’s shoulder continues to worsen through no course of his own actions. Things that have gotten worse in the past three years.
“As many of our previous meetings over the last three months have involved tennis,” Yukimura starts to walk towards the north exit of the train station, “this one does not.”
“Okay.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
The last three months suddenly fly by like a short clip movie in Tezuka’s mind. Finding Yukimura Seiichi sitting on a bench in one of Tezuka’s favorite areas of his neighborhood at two in the morning on a Tuesday night was nothing short of a surprise in and of itself. But that night he had uttered the same words in a very different tone. “I have a surprise for you, Tezuka-kun,” Yukimura had drawled, so drunk he could barely stand before jumping up and flinging himself into Tezuka’s arms and then proceeding to vomit all over the ground.
Sanada’s omiai had been successful. He was going to be wed and Yukimura could do nothing to stop it. For months Tezuka heard of nothing but this. There was no reminiscing about middle school or high school or the reason all of the captains had stopped replying to their group chat in the first place. Just sad, long phone calls in the middle of the night. Tezuka was always awake due to the pain in his shoulder so the company, per se, was nice.
Now, three months later, as Yukimura ushers Tezuka out of the station and to his apartment, Tezuka starts to realize that he has never once been invited over in return for all the late nights of misplaced text messages and inebriated phone calls. Tezuka supposes today is something important but he can’t put his finger on it. Better to just let things unfold the way they normally do.
The two boys reach Yukimura’s apartment and climb the four flights of stairs before reaching the third door on the left hand side of the hallway. Pulling out a key from his pocket, Yukimura unlocks the door and ushers Tezuka inside. Tezuka’s not sure what he expected upon his arrival, but it’s not this. Clothes litter the floor and it’s obvious that Yukimura hasn’t picked up around the house in days. Weeks even.
“Sorry about the mess, haha,” Yukimura says, closing the door behind Tezuka and starting to drag him through the entry way and into Yukimura’s bedroom. Tezuka barely manages to kick off his shoes when Yukimura slips his hand into Tezuka’s pulling Tezuka flush to his body before sliding the door shut and pressing Tezuka up against it. Digging his hand into Tezuka’s shoulder, Yukimura presses his forehead against the door and turns his mouth towards Tezuka’s ear, “Do you ever have regrets?”
Caught off guard, Tezuka slumps slightly, bringing his hands up to Yukimura’s hips to push him away, “Of course.”
“I don’t want this to be one of them.”
Nodding numbly, Tezuka drops his head into the crook of Yukimura’s neck. Nothing but the sounds of soft breathing can be heard but Tezuka swears that the sound of his heart beat can be heard by Yukimura’s neighbors.
Adrenaline rushes through Yukimura’s veins at Tezuka’s limber body underneath him. Yukimura flips Tezuka over and presses his face into the wall, pressing his front against Tezuka’s back. So lean and strong. Allowing his hands to travel up to Tezuka’s hips, Yukimura digs his nails into the slender hips underneath his fingertips.
Breathing heavy into Tezuka’s ear, Yukimura whispers, “Be with me.”
Swallowing audibly, Tezuka nods, arching his back and feeling Yukimura tense up behind him. Quickly pulling away, Yukimura runs to the other side of the room to grab lube and a condom before returning to Tezuka who’s still breathing heavily with his face pressed into the door and his ass pressed outward, egging Yukimura onward.
Yukimura walks back over, basically gliding, and slips his hands around Tezuka’s waist to start pulling at his belt buckle. After getting everything undone, Yukimura pulls Tezuka’s pants down and urges him to step out of them. Yukimura uses one hand to press Tezuka’s back into an even steeper arch and the other hand to undo his own pants.
Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Yukimura starts stroking himself, pulling at his dick at the sight of the dip in Tezuka’s back right above his ass. Sweat is starting to pool in Yukimura’s collar bones as his shaking hands reach up, covered in lube, to part Tezuka’s ass and press inside slowly. Tezuka inhales at the pressure, but it’s over as soon as it’s there, replaced only by pleasure. Yukimura’s fingers work inside Tezuka repeatedly, curving upwards to draw even more moans out of Tezuka.
“Now,” Tezuka breathes desperately, reaching a hand around his back, trying to grasp at Yukimura.
Yukimura grabs a condom off the floor and rolls it onto his dick, dripping even more lube onto himself, and positioning his hips up against Tezuka’s ass. Yukimura pushes forward, sinking his dick into Tezuka’s hole which swallows him whole. Yukimura gasps, hips immediately resting flush with Tezuka’s ass, and causing Tezuka to choke out of surprise.
"I never expected you to be so used to this, Tezuka-kun,” Yukimura says, thrusting his hips forward and managing to grab Tezuka’s hips even tighter. Tezuka groans at the idea of how many bruises that grip will leave after this is done.
Picking up his rhythm, Yukimura presses light kisses to Tezuka’s back as he feels his climax coming. Switching his pace from fucking Tezuka to pulling Tezuka’s ass onto his dick harder and harder, Tezuka’s breathing becomes stagnant as he presses his hands up against the door and holds on as best as he can. He can feel Yukimura finish in the condom and he’s definitely already come once but there’s no need to tell Yukimura that.
Yukimura slips out, pulling the condom off his dick, tying it, and throwing it in the trash. “How much do you regret it?” Yukimura asks, laying down on the floor, dick still out.
“I don’t.”
“Do you even know what today is?”
Tezuka sighs, thinking back on the date before it hits him, “Is this the day Sanada’s omiai happened?”
Yukimura laughs his broken laugh, the one Tezuka has gotten to know all too well the past three months. The one that makes Tezuka’s heart stir even if it’s a broken laugh formed out of a lost love. The laugh that makes Tezuka realize he’s not alone in the pain that he feels.
“I’ll never regret you.”
Yukimura pulls his knees to his chest, looking up at Tezuka through the same steel stare from when they played each other in the professional circuit not only two years ago.
“You’ll always be my surprise, won’t you, Tezuka-kun?”
Tezuka supposes that yes, he could get used to some surprises every once and a while.
Author: hplover2
Recipient: Huntee_x_Huntee
Pairing: Yukimura/Tezuka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Sex
Notes: Tried to write this in the tone you were looking for - I hope you like it!
Summary: The pain in Tezuka's shoulder at 30 years old is almost as bad as the hole in Yukimura's heart. Maybe together they'll find that new beginnings can start whenever, wherever and with the people you'd least expect.
Throwing his racket bag over his right shoulder, Tezuka shrugs his shoulder to adjust the bag’s placement before accepting the reality that it’ll never sit just quite right. Too bony, Tezuka thinks to himself morosely, remembering what every physical therapist has told him over the last eight years of his professional tennis career. He is going to be celebrating his thirtieth birthday in the fall and the idea of another person massaging that shoulder until he cries is still just as unsettling as it was the day he turned twenty-two and spent that night in the hospital with a limp shoulder and an IV full of morphine in his veins.
The sun beats down on the top of Tezuka’s head as he makes his way out of the apartment he shares with Fuji and into the city. Taking the stairs one at a time, Tezuka manages to avoid slipping and landing on his ass, something Oishi manages to do every time he visits. He really should stop visiting. Not that Tezuka wants that. He’d really be okay with him visiting more, but he’d never say that. He barely tells Fuji the days he’ll be home late from training even though there’s always a note on the fridge when Fuji will be leaving for the weekend.
I left money in the floral jar in the shrine, Kunimitsu. Make sure to at least go down to 7-11 once a day. Be back Monday!
They have an agreement, him and Fuji. Fuji doesn’t ask why there are at least five bottles of pain killers in the cabinets and Tezuka pretends not to know that Fuji’s fucking his little brother’s boyfriend. Tezuka’s sure he got the short end of the stick once again somehow, but ever since Fuji’s been gone on the weekends there’s been less heaving and other terrible noises at odd hours of the night and that’s something Tezuka would give up his first unborn son to keep this consistency in their current living condition.
That’s why when he calls for the third time this week, Tezuka panics. Fumbling for his phone with his non-dominant hand, Tezuka manages to flip it open and press it to his face while pressing himself through the mass of warm bodies in Ueno Station.
“Tezuka-kun?”
Heavy breathing is the immediate reply the other boy receives before Tezuka’s voice cracks through, “Yukimura?”
“Yes, it’s me. You didn’t pick up earlier; I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”
“About meeting at Ueno Station at 2:30 pm, even though right now it’s 2:31 pm and I’m not there,” Tezuka replies, approaching a slightly smaller figure from behind.
Yukimura hears the familiar voice behind him and closes his phone, rounding on Tezuka, “I thought you…” Tezuka swears for a second he may have caught Yukimura off guard. An oddly satisfying feeling runs through Tezuka’s body.
“You brought your tennis rackets?” A soft laugh escapes Yukimura’s lips as he places his hand on Tezuka’s shoulder. Tezuka is sure that it’s his right shoulder on purpose. “I think you may have misunderstood me.”
“You said we were going to be working on something together,” Tezuka tilts his head to the side, clearly confused, “I assumed it would involve tennis rackets?”
“I can see I may have led you astray,” Yukimura replies.
Yukimura is now looking at his feet as the pain in Tezuka’s shoulder continues to worsen through no course of his own actions. Things that have gotten worse in the past three years.
“As many of our previous meetings over the last three months have involved tennis,” Yukimura starts to walk towards the north exit of the train station, “this one does not.”
“Okay.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
The last three months suddenly fly by like a short clip movie in Tezuka’s mind. Finding Yukimura Seiichi sitting on a bench in one of Tezuka’s favorite areas of his neighborhood at two in the morning on a Tuesday night was nothing short of a surprise in and of itself. But that night he had uttered the same words in a very different tone. “I have a surprise for you, Tezuka-kun,” Yukimura had drawled, so drunk he could barely stand before jumping up and flinging himself into Tezuka’s arms and then proceeding to vomit all over the ground.
Sanada’s omiai had been successful. He was going to be wed and Yukimura could do nothing to stop it. For months Tezuka heard of nothing but this. There was no reminiscing about middle school or high school or the reason all of the captains had stopped replying to their group chat in the first place. Just sad, long phone calls in the middle of the night. Tezuka was always awake due to the pain in his shoulder so the company, per se, was nice.
Now, three months later, as Yukimura ushers Tezuka out of the station and to his apartment, Tezuka starts to realize that he has never once been invited over in return for all the late nights of misplaced text messages and inebriated phone calls. Tezuka supposes today is something important but he can’t put his finger on it. Better to just let things unfold the way they normally do.
The two boys reach Yukimura’s apartment and climb the four flights of stairs before reaching the third door on the left hand side of the hallway. Pulling out a key from his pocket, Yukimura unlocks the door and ushers Tezuka inside. Tezuka’s not sure what he expected upon his arrival, but it’s not this. Clothes litter the floor and it’s obvious that Yukimura hasn’t picked up around the house in days. Weeks even.
“Sorry about the mess, haha,” Yukimura says, closing the door behind Tezuka and starting to drag him through the entry way and into Yukimura’s bedroom. Tezuka barely manages to kick off his shoes when Yukimura slips his hand into Tezuka’s pulling Tezuka flush to his body before sliding the door shut and pressing Tezuka up against it. Digging his hand into Tezuka’s shoulder, Yukimura presses his forehead against the door and turns his mouth towards Tezuka’s ear, “Do you ever have regrets?”
Caught off guard, Tezuka slumps slightly, bringing his hands up to Yukimura’s hips to push him away, “Of course.”
“I don’t want this to be one of them.”
Nodding numbly, Tezuka drops his head into the crook of Yukimura’s neck. Nothing but the sounds of soft breathing can be heard but Tezuka swears that the sound of his heart beat can be heard by Yukimura’s neighbors.
Adrenaline rushes through Yukimura’s veins at Tezuka’s limber body underneath him. Yukimura flips Tezuka over and presses his face into the wall, pressing his front against Tezuka’s back. So lean and strong. Allowing his hands to travel up to Tezuka’s hips, Yukimura digs his nails into the slender hips underneath his fingertips.
Breathing heavy into Tezuka’s ear, Yukimura whispers, “Be with me.”
Swallowing audibly, Tezuka nods, arching his back and feeling Yukimura tense up behind him. Quickly pulling away, Yukimura runs to the other side of the room to grab lube and a condom before returning to Tezuka who’s still breathing heavily with his face pressed into the door and his ass pressed outward, egging Yukimura onward.
Yukimura walks back over, basically gliding, and slips his hands around Tezuka’s waist to start pulling at his belt buckle. After getting everything undone, Yukimura pulls Tezuka’s pants down and urges him to step out of them. Yukimura uses one hand to press Tezuka’s back into an even steeper arch and the other hand to undo his own pants.
Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Yukimura starts stroking himself, pulling at his dick at the sight of the dip in Tezuka’s back right above his ass. Sweat is starting to pool in Yukimura’s collar bones as his shaking hands reach up, covered in lube, to part Tezuka’s ass and press inside slowly. Tezuka inhales at the pressure, but it’s over as soon as it’s there, replaced only by pleasure. Yukimura’s fingers work inside Tezuka repeatedly, curving upwards to draw even more moans out of Tezuka.
“Now,” Tezuka breathes desperately, reaching a hand around his back, trying to grasp at Yukimura.
Yukimura grabs a condom off the floor and rolls it onto his dick, dripping even more lube onto himself, and positioning his hips up against Tezuka’s ass. Yukimura pushes forward, sinking his dick into Tezuka’s hole which swallows him whole. Yukimura gasps, hips immediately resting flush with Tezuka’s ass, and causing Tezuka to choke out of surprise.
"I never expected you to be so used to this, Tezuka-kun,” Yukimura says, thrusting his hips forward and managing to grab Tezuka’s hips even tighter. Tezuka groans at the idea of how many bruises that grip will leave after this is done.
Picking up his rhythm, Yukimura presses light kisses to Tezuka’s back as he feels his climax coming. Switching his pace from fucking Tezuka to pulling Tezuka’s ass onto his dick harder and harder, Tezuka’s breathing becomes stagnant as he presses his hands up against the door and holds on as best as he can. He can feel Yukimura finish in the condom and he’s definitely already come once but there’s no need to tell Yukimura that.
Yukimura slips out, pulling the condom off his dick, tying it, and throwing it in the trash. “How much do you regret it?” Yukimura asks, laying down on the floor, dick still out.
“I don’t.”
“Do you even know what today is?”
Tezuka sighs, thinking back on the date before it hits him, “Is this the day Sanada’s omiai happened?”
Yukimura laughs his broken laugh, the one Tezuka has gotten to know all too well the past three months. The one that makes Tezuka’s heart stir even if it’s a broken laugh formed out of a lost love. The laugh that makes Tezuka realize he’s not alone in the pain that he feels.
“I’ll never regret you.”
Yukimura pulls his knees to his chest, looking up at Tezuka through the same steel stare from when they played each other in the professional circuit not only two years ago.
“You’ll always be my surprise, won’t you, Tezuka-kun?”
Tezuka supposes that yes, he could get used to some surprises every once and a while.