Perfect Schedule

this is my first attempt at a tenipuri f. i. i\'m new to the fandom. this fic was requested from my friend and dedicated to her ^^

Disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me, I swear.

Just replacing the story with the beta\'ed version. lots of spanks to Nalan for the beta ^_^


**edited cuz aff.net fucked up the format


Perfect Schedule


Tezuka finished folding his uniforms and rested them on the chest. He glanced at his watch. 19:05. He was just five minutes behind his schedule, which was rather surprising. Lately Fuji had managed to shutter the perfect schedule Tezuka had developed for himself with the years. If it weren\'t for Oishi staying late that day and the fact that Fuji preferred training alone, they\'d probably still be in the dressing room. Tezuka wasn\'t sure when his life started to be controlled by the tensai, but when he realized what was going on, it was already too late. That Fuji, he really was something different.

Tezuka sighed and sat down, opening his notebook. Not too long ago, he used to finish up almost all of his homeworks at school, during the breaks, which left him the entire evening after club practice for his private training.

Before he managed to scribble down the first formula (it was too easy), he heard the bells in the front yard ringing, announcing someone was heading towards the house.

Tezuka frowned and glanced at his watch again. 19:07. It couldn\'t be his father. The old man never arrived before 19:30.

\"Kunimitsu!\" He heard his mother call before knocking on his door.

Tezuka took another look at his homework, before getting up and opening his door.

\"Yes, mother?\" he asked politely, watching his mother\'s smiling face.

\"You have a guest.\" She smiled brightly. \"It\'s Syusuke-chan.\"

Tezuka\'s tried to maintain his strict face, but his left eyebrow still twitched lightly. \'Syusuke-*chan*?\' he pondered. It was irritating enough his mother and Fuji were talking in a personal, friendly manner, but this was too much.

He sighed and turned away from his mother\'s beaming face, meeting another smiling face, not as innocent, halfway into the living room.

\"Fuji.\" He addressed the smiling boy with his most official tone. \"What are you doing here?\"

\"I forgot to return this,\" Fuji said and handed Tezuka a book.

Tezuka glanced at the book and back at the younger boy. \"You\'ve come all the way here for this? It could\'ve waited for tomorrow.\"

Fuji beamed. \"I like to return things I borrow as soon as I\'m done with them.\"

Tezuka hummed inaudibly, not believing a word.

\"Ah, it\'s Syusuke-kun!\" Tezuka\'s grandfather entered the room. \"Would you like a game of Go? I still have to get back at you for that last time.\"

\"But I\'ve only won once, Tezuka-san.\"

\"Fuji is just leaving,\" Tezuka interrupted their chat. \"Thanks for the book, I\'ll see you tomorrow.\"

Fuji smiled brighter and Tezuka felt sweat starting to form on his forehead. That boy was up to something. He was already used to Fuji\'s schemes, he really shouldn\'t be surprised.

\"I\'ve invited Syusuke-chan for dinner. I happen to be cooking his favorite dish for tonight.\" His mother smiled.

\"Is that so?\" Tezuka asked, his voice remained the same.

\"Why don\'t you two go to your room and I\'ll call you when dinner is ready?\" his mother smiled and patted Fuji\'s head affectionately.

Tezuka huffed inaudibly and walked away, followed by Fuji.

\"I have homework to do,\" Tezuka said as he walked into his room. Fuji locked the door and leaned on it.

\"Tsk, slacking off like that, Tezuka?\"

\"And whose fault is it?\"

\"Your mother is so nice, Kunimitsu-chan.\" Fuji changed the subject.

Tezuka frowned. \"Don’t call me that.\" He sat down on his chair and took his pen. \"Make yourself busy until I finish-\"

He didn\'t finish his sentence, skinny but strong arms were wrapped around him and he felt Fuji\'s warm breath on his neck.

\"I can think of ways to make myself busy,\" he whispered in his ear.

\"Fuji…\" Tezuka gritted his teeth.

\"Come on Tezuka, let\'s play.\"

\"No, stop that.\" Tezuka lowered his eyes to his notepad, trying to concentrate on the formula, rather than Fuji\'s invasive hands that slid under his T-shirt. He had to concentrate on the formula. Because Fuji\'s scent filled his senses and his lips felt warm and wet on his neck. It was too distracting. He had to… ignore. Just ignore.

Suddenly Fuji spun the chair and straddled Tezuka, resting his hands on his shoulders. Tezuka felt his stomach flutter lightly as he watched the blue orbs that slanted a look at him. Fuji\'s smile twisted into a dirty smirk that was enough to alarm Tezuka.

\"I really ought to tell Eiji to keep Oishi in the showers for long like today. Otherwise I don\'t have an excuse to come to your house.\"

Tezuka narrowed his eyes. \"Oishi? And Kikumaru? They\'re…\"

\"Nah, not like that,\" Fuji smiled and closed his eyes. He rubbed himself against Tezuka\'s crotch, making the older boy squirm underneath him. \"But they\'re so cute.\"

\"Fuji, you-\" Tezuka was hushed when Fuji leaned in and covered his mouth with his own. Instinctively, Tezuka opened his mouth, allowing Fuji\'s tongue to slide in and tangle with his. He closed his eyes when Fuji removed his glasses without breaking the kiss.

Wait, because they were interrupted that afternoon… it couldn\'t be that Fuji planned…

\"Wait…\" Tezuka panted and forcefully detached himself from Fuji\'s lips.

The prodigy opened his eyes slightly, and the smile started to stretch his pink lips again.

\"I told you, not in my house. Never in my house.\"

\"Come on, we\'re always quiet,\" Fuji said and Tezuka felt a vein popping in his temple.

\"No, is no. that was my rule.\" He frowned.

\"Rules are meant to be broken.\" Fuji\'s grin grew wider. \"I\'ve always wanted to say that.\" He chuckled.

Tezuka was about to dispute, when Fuji\'s hands roamed down to his sweatpants. He groped Tezuka through the pants. \"You say no, but your body says otherwise.\"

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Tezuka\'s, his half-lidded eyes meeting the stern hazel gaze. \"There\'s something wild in you waiting to break free.\" He moved and ran his tongue over Tezuka\'s half parted lips.

\"Fuji, you…\" Tezuka hissed, but as usual, Fuji had his ways to manipulate him. Like he knew exactly which buttons he needed to push to control him. It was maddening. Fuji tugged on the sweatpants, freeing Tezuka\'s erection.

Before Tezuka could protest, Fuji\'s warm hand was already wrapped around his hot shaft and he started stroking the organ in smooth, skilled movements that managed to leave Tezuka breathless.

\"Fuji…\" he hissed, trying to gain control.

\"We can do it right here, or we can wrinkle your sheets,\" Fuji whispered in his ear. \"I\'d really like to wrinkle them.\" He waited a beat, without slowing his strokes. \"Ne Tezuka?\"

Tezuka licked his lips and they dried up again a second later. He knew Fuji wasn\'t really asking for his opinion. When his mind was set on something, it was almost impossible to counter him.

Fuji\'s hands and mouth were all over him, it took Tezuka a moment to realize that somehow they\'ve reached his bed (on the opposite side of the room). Fuji pinned Tezuka\'s hands to the bed and smiled at him, his eyes open, but shielded by his bangs. \"You\'re very cooperative today, Tezuka.\"

Tezuka frowned, but Fuji\'s attention was no longer on his face. Tezuka felt the warm tongue running down his neck and collar bone, then running in circles around his nipples, his naval.

Fuji was rushing the usual foreplay. Tezuka realized that Fuji\'s plan was calculated to the last detail, the fact that they were going to have dinner soon, he must have known how long it would take for him to lower his defenses. Fuji… was scary.

But he was also very good in what he was doing. Tezuka couldn\'t deny the way his body reacted strongly to the other one\'s movements. His muscles flexed and shivered, and his stomach fluttered as the warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock, nibbling and sucking on it with a light graze of his teeth.

He shivered again when he felt the cold jell Fuji applied over his pucker. He closed his eyes again when Fuji\'s attention returned to his leaking member. Before he got readjust to the sensation, Fuji already inserted his thumb into his hole, followed by two more fingers, and started sliding them in and out, adjusting it to the size it was going to take.

Because, among his various talents, Fuji also had an incredible divided attention.

\"Ne Tezuka,\" Fuji sat up and Tezuka opened his eyes slightly. His vision was blurred, but he could still see the blue of his lover\'s eyes shining through the hair that covered his face.

\"I\'m sorry, but we\'ll have to cut this short,\" he continued and took out a condom. He tore the green wrapper with his teeth and unzipped his pants. \"A little more and I\'ll wet my pants,\" he explained meekly as he gave his cock a few strokes before rolling the rubber over his length.

Tezuka remained quiet. He wanted to rebuke that sassy lover of his, but he could hardly breathe. That Fuji… why did he ever get involved with him? He knew from day one he would be nothing but trouble, like a typhoon in his calm and well-organized life.

But as he felt the tip of Fuji\'s coated cock sliding through his tight ring of muscles in a slow but smooth motion, his logical thoughts went astray again. It was almost as if his body was addicted to the other boy. Whenever he felt Fuji rubbing the spot hidden deep inside of him, it really felt as though something wild was about to break free. And he had to fight to remain in control.

He could beat Fuji in tennis, but for some strange reason, his body was Fuji\'s court. Fuji Zone. That technique was yet to be defeated.

And that Fuji… even when he was the bottom, he was still in control. It was really maddening.

Tezuka wrapped his legs around Fuji\'s waist and reached to bring him closer. One day, he\'ll get back at him for that. Even 100 laps won\'t be enough punishment.

He suppressed another moan and bit his lips. The last thing he wanted to do was to grab his family\'s attention. His father must be home already. It could get unpleasant.

Suddenly he felt it, something stirring deep inside. His hands gripped tight the sheets as he came, spurting globs after globs of hot semen, all over his naked chest, Fuji\'s sweater (the idiot didn\'t take it off) and his white sheets and blanket.

It didn\'t take long for Fuji to follow him. He slumped on Tezuka\'s chest and smiled in satisfaction, closing his eyes. Tezuka steadied his breath and ran his fingers through Fuji\'s honey colored locks. Fuji in return, drew circles on Tezuka\'s chest, and Tezuka knew they still had time to lie around relaxed like that, even without looking at his watch.

\"You\'re going to be punished for this,\" he said quietly once his speech ability returned.

\"I\'m looking forward to this, Kunimitsu-chan.\" Fuji pecked a kiss on Tezuka\'s chest. \"Your bed is much nicer than mine.\"

\"Don\'t even think about it,\" Tezuka said between gritted teeth.

\"But your mother said I can come to visit any time.\"

\"Hn.\"


Later that evening, as Tezuka walked into his room, fresh after another shower, he put on his glasses and immediately noticed two things.

His notebook was still open on his desk.

His bed sheets were still messy, and a few yellowish spots of dry semen stained them. (that\'s three things, actually)

Tezuka\'s eyebrow twitched and he glanced at his watch. 21:58.

He was going to be behind his schedule again.

Someone was going to be punished for this. Severely.


~owari