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Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, any of its
characters, or any of its drink products. Though I could really go for a Ponta about now.

Title: Refreshment Break

Author: Elle Lee

Summary: During the Singles 2 match of the US/Japan junior
tennis competition, Ryoma sneaks away to satisfy his thirst, and ends up
satisfying something else as well. Ryoma/Kevin.

A/N: I wrote this little ficlet
on a spur of the moment when I searched so hard and couldn�t find a single
Ryoma/Kevin fanfic ;_; I just couldn�t understand it,
lol. So I had to write something.

While the tensai,
Fuji Shuusuke, gained the upper hand in his match
against the American, Arnold, Ryoma wordlessly left the sidelines, heading
inside in search of a vending machine, and his favorite drink. He didn�t need
to see the rest of the match to know that Fuji-sempai would win. Just the look
on the upperclassman�s face, the gleam in his eyes, was enough to tell Ryoma
that he would come out on top. And probably soon. And after that�.well, after
that, they would just have to see how things would go. He had his own nagging
suspicions, but he wouldn�t dwell on them just yet.

He made a content noise when he
found the vending machines, and fished in his pockets for change�something he
always made certain to carry on him for just such a situation�and scoured the
selection before smiling, just a little, to himself. Ponta.
Strawberry this time, it seemed. He preferred the grape, but there was no
flavor of the sugar-laden juice that he would turn down.

Content, he popped the tab on the
can and brought it to his lips, pausing short of drinking when an edgy voice
caught his ears.

�Echizen Ryoma.�

The young tennis prodigy would
have never imagined a day when simply hearing his own name, spoken so quietly
and insistently, could completely unsettle him, in a way even the most daunting
of matches could not. His body tensed, coming alive with nerves and sensation.
His normally steady heart was pounding rapidly, flustered, though his face
would give away none of it.

�Kevin.�

The air was tense as the two
freshman prodigies faced off, a distinct contrast of similarities. Despite the
misleading child-like features they possessed, anyone who confronted the two
would feel a drastic weight pressed upon them, causing them to want to retreat.

�You better not take me lightly,
Ryoma. I will beat you!� The blonde American insisted, his face an expression
of righteous indignation. He was obviously geared up for the match that he
pined for, and expected.

�Hn.�

While the noncommittal response
had the effect of rattling the blonde, and making him even more ignitable, it
hadn�t been a taunt. It was simply that in Kevin�s presence, Ryoma had a hard
time thinking of what to say.

�Don�t you dare brush me off!�
Kevin raged, his bright blue eyes flashing.

Ryoma adjusted the brim of his
hat, hiding his eyes from view, and held out his can to the American boy.

�Here.�

Completely thrown off, the blonde
looked at Ryoma as if he were crazy, then at the can, baffled.

�What�s this for?�

�It�s good to share, ne?�

Kevin looked, understandably,
suspicious; eyeing the can as if he expected it to bite him. For a moment it
seemed that the blonde wondered if the drink were tampered with, but since he
had seen Ryoma about to drink from it when he arrived, he dismissed the notion,
and brought the drink to his lips. It
was sweet, a little more than he preferred, but not a bad taste, and he hnned a little, taking another sip before the can was
pulled away from his mouth.

�Hmm?� He made a questioning
sound, startled, and found Ryoma very, very close, his golden eyes that had
previously been hidden glimmering with intent. He would have questioned aloud, but
his mouth was still filled with the juice, and his throat had seemed to close
up, preventing him from swallowing.

Ryoma�s mouth had curved up in a lazy, wicked smile as he leaned
in, and Kevin found himself trapped back against a wall, his heart thudding
like a jackhammer in his chest.

�I decided I don�t want to share
after all. Give it back.�

Kevin looked utterly confused, and
by the time understanding dawned, it was too late. Soft, but insistent lips
were pressed firmly against his own, nearly causing him to choke in surprise.

The dark-haired boy was not
deterred by the hands that came up to his chest, attempting to push him away,
though with little feeling behind it. Both tennis prodigies could feel the
mounting passion between them, and while the court presented one outlet, this
was also an enjoyable one. And in some ways it was more satisfying, as it
allowed them to get hands on.

With a strangled sound, Kevin
surrendered his mouth, and the juice it still contained, to Ryoma�s
avid onslaught, breathless and unable to think past the feeling of the invading
tongue in his mouth, flavored with the strawberry drink. His Japanese counterpart
was relentless in his exploration of his mouth, tasting every surface it
seemed, and causing the young blonde�s knees to turn to mush.

When Ryoma finally pulled back, an
expression of smug amusement on his face, it took Kevin a moment to recover
enough to glower at the boy�only to follow it up by pulling him back for
another heated kiss, turning them so that Ryoma was the one pressed against the
wall. Not that the dark-haired boy seemed to be complaining in the slightest.

Ryoma groaned just slightly, twining
his arm around the blonde�s neck, tangling his fingers in the straight locks,
holding him in place as their mouths fought one another for dominance, tongues
tangling in a heated embrace.

It wasn�t until the sound of roaring
applause filtered in from outside that they separated, panting for breath, both
flushed with passion. Ryoma licked at his lips, red and swollen from the heated
kisses, not bothering to hide a small, satisfied smirk.

In contrast, Kevin glared back at
him, though the flush across his pale skin diminished its effectiveness.

�Don�t think something like this
is going to make me go easy on you. I�m going to crush you!� He panted,
obviously struggling for words.

Ryoma just shoved one hand in his
pocket and brought his juice can to his lips, sipping at it.

�Of course.�

With an indignant huff, the
flustered blonde whirled on his heel and strode away, shoulders tense and hands
clenched at his side.

Ryoma just grinned to himself.

�Oi,
Echizen, was that wise?�

The freshman turned to look over
his shoulder, spotting an amused Kirihara who had
been watching the whole thing. He simply shrugged a shoulder, leaning against
the wall

�Hm?
Probably not.�

His teammate let out a small
chuckle, grinning at the retreating form of the blonde, now almost completely
out of sight, then back at Ryoma, his expression a little bit of a leer.

�I didn�t know you went for the
crazy ones. I might have hit on you.� He teased lightly.

Ryoma lifted a brow, then pulled
down the brim of his cap, his smirk widening against the lip of his can.

�Oh? Hmm, too bad. I might have
let you.� He drawled, pushing away from the wall and brushing past the
eccentric player.

Akaya gaped for a moment, then let out a wry laugh, following
after him to hear the announcement for the final match.

�Cocky brat.�
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