lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>A/N: I just watched POT live movie
again (3rd time in 2 weeks. I’m getting obsessed with these things)
and I can’t help it. I just have to write something about this movie. My choice
fell to the scene where Tezuka (Shirota
Yuu) stared at Echizen (class=SpellE>Kanata Hongo) uniform in the
clubroom after the incident with Egate (the
unnecessarily created bastard… Not the actor. The character, I mean). This,
being my story, will completely ignore the fact that Fuji (Hiroki class=SpellE>Aiba) only has less than ten lines to say in the entire
movie because whoever wrote the script obviously overlooked the fact that class=SpellE>Tezuka and Fuji are quite close and actually shared a few
‘suspicious’ scenes in both manga and anime. I will
also ignore Tezuka’s close attention (bordering on
obsession) to Echizen. Because, honestly, class=SpellE>TezuFuji IS BEST!!
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>This fic
was written with Shirota Yuu
and Hiroki Aiba as Tezuka class=SpellE>Kunimitsu and Fuji Syuusuke
respectively in my (twisted) mind. I just can’t write RPS (though enjoy reading
them) so this is what I came up with.
Secret Game
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Long after all members of the tennis
club had left the school, Tezuka still remained in
the clubhouse of the tennis team he led. He had deliberately lingered behind
after ordering the other members to hurry up and go home before the rain fell
even heavier. His teammates obeyed quickly, though some with grudges. class=SpellE>Kaido was still sulking over the incident with class=SpellE>Higaki and Momoshiro still hadn’t
returned after his small argument with Echizen.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> stopped drying his hair and let the
white towel hung around his neck. He looked at the wet regular uniform folded
neatly on the table before him. That uniform should’ve belonged to his choice
of player, Echizen Ryoma,
the chosen player who refused to play and chose to return to st="on">Americalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> couldn’t deny that he’s
disappointed by Echizen’s choice. This is the moment
he had been waiting for and he had finally found the perfect player to complete
his team. His team was on their way to the National championship and he had
found the right person to strengthen the team. He had found the pillar of
strength, his successor, something he’d been looking for for
so long and he found it in someone so similar to him. And he thought that
perhaps with him, he could make his dream come true before the pain of reality
forced him to give up his one compassion.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>But Echizen
had left. He had flat out reject Tezuka’s offer. And
everything Tezuka had planned for three years
shattered. Not only the future of the team, but the team’s
dream was also at risk. Hyoutei was a
formidable opponent. Though he trusted his friends’ abilities, there was still
a lingering doubt in him. They had lost to Hyoutei
last year and though he had recruited new talented players from second year
into his team, he was sure Hyoutei, also famous for
its tennis team, had done the same. Echizen’s
presence brought a breath of fresh air into the team. He was an unpredicted
addition to Seigaku team and cold possibly be the key
to victory he had been dreaming of. Could that dream come true now that the boy
had gone?
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> glanced away from the shirt to the
direction of the sound of the door of the clubhouse being opened. As he had
predicted, standing by the door was the person he couldn’t find among the
members of the club earlier, lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>The tensai
closed the door behind him and walked slowly into the room. Tezuka
quickly noticed that the other boy was dripping wet. It’s still raining out
there and obviously lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> had waited outside until everyone
had left to have a word with him. Tezuka wasn’t
worried about the coming conversation. His attention and concern were directed
to his teammate’s well being.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Dry yourself up. You’ll catch a
cold.” He ordered as he resumed drying himself. Pain pricked his elbow again
when he moved his left arm. The wound started to hurt again after being exposed
to the cold rain earlier. Yet, Tezuka showed nothing
of his pain as he quietly towel himself dry.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“I could say the same about you.” lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> said softly, reminding class=SpellE>Tezuka that he had indeed spent a good deal of time
lamenting Echizen’s departure and as a result
neglected himself. “Tell me, buchou,
what is this game iIgaki talked about?”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Remembering the accusing look st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> sent him after his secret was being
exposed; Tezuka replied the question curtly and
honestly. “I had a game with Echizen a few days ago.”
st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> didn’t ask about the result of the
game. They both knew it wasn’t the point of this conversation. “Why didn’t you
tell us?” By ‘us’, Tezuka knew st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> meant himself especially.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> opened his locker, took his shirt
and closed the locker door again. “It wasn’t necessary.” Because
that game was mostly for his personal satisfaction. It was a personal
game that had little to do with the team. Because to be
honest he just wanted to pass on his dream to his junior selfishly.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>The Seigaku
buchou unbuttoned his blue regular t-shirt and pulled
it over his head. Suddenly he realized that st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> was staring at him quietly all the
while. The tensai still hadn’t dried class=GramE>himself up in favor of watching Tezuka
closely.
class=GramE>“Your elbow.lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> It hurts again, doesn’t it?” The
brunette suddenly asked.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> stared at his teammate in silence.
After reminding himself that very few things ever escaped the class=SpellE>tensai’s attention, he replied defensively. “It’s all
right.”
st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s eyes narrowed. And suddenly class=SpellE>Tezuka realized that st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> had been unsmiling and had his eyes
partially opened all the time. It was a sign of the tensai’s
anger and concentration, and from experience Tezuka
knew that when it happened things became dangerously unpredictable. “You’re not
a good liar, Tezuka.”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Not knowing how to reply, class=SpellE>Tezuka chose to turn away, stored his belonging to his bag
and went home. But when he caught the sight of the white and blue uniform on
the table, he paused. All his earlier musing returned and for a moment he
forgot what he was doing. When a cold hand gripped his elbow he turned his head
to find style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> standing just beside him. st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s hand was really cold and his hand
twitched lightly in response, a reaction st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> didn’t miss.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“So it does start to hurt.” st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> murmured to himself, looking at the
elbow in his hand.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“ st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>, dry yourself up. The cold isn’t
good for your health.” Tezuka repeated his order in a
vain attempt to distract lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Slowly, st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> lifted his eyes to boldly meet his
captain’s. The dangerous look he sent made alarm went off in class=SpellE>Tezuka’s brain. “Yes, you’re right, buchou.
Cold isn’t good.”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>The next thing Tezuka
knew was that style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s soft lips were pressing against
his own. His hormones and body quickly reacted to the stimulation in the one
way they had been refrained to do. Tezuka found
himself responding to the kiss, a kiss he had secretly yearned for.
st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> pressed their bodies closer
together. He forced Tezuka to allow him access to his
mouth as he pushed the taller boy back to the lockers. lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s mouth was very warm compared to
the rest of his still-wet body, and it spurred Tezuka
to kiss Fuji
as passionately as lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> was kissing him, tasting more of
the sweetness and anger in the brunette. He placed his bigger hands on st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s hips, pulling him closer than
close.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Only when he felt the hardness
pressing against his thigh did he push st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> away. “ st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>…”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“You should’ve told me, class=SpellE>Tezuka.” lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> whispered as he started to lick and
nip Tezuka’s neck and chest. Tezuka
moaned softly when lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> marked his neck while rolling his
nipple with his thumb and forefinger. lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s wet clothes should’ve bothered
him, but he could only feel the sensation of lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s touches on his body and the
grinding of his hardening shaft on style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujistyle='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s hips and st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s on his thigh. “I would
understand.”
st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> pulled his hands away to take off
his wet jacket while kissing Tezuka to distract him
from pushing him away. When the jacket had been thrown to the floor, st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> was startled to find class=SpellE>Tezuka’s eager hand inside his shirt, massaging his hard
nubs the way he had done it to Tezuka. He broke their
kiss to remove his shirt quickly before kissing Tezuka
again while exploring Tezuka’s smooth chest and
abdomen.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> tried to take in the sensations
coursing his body one by one as to not get overloaded. But still, despite his
struggles, all came rushing down into him together. It couldn’t be helped when
he had style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> all over him, driving him mad with
his touches and kisses. His hands skirted around the waistline of st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s trouser, not daring to go lower
but desperately wanting to do so. Suddenly he realized that one of lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s hands was moving lower and class=GramE>lower down his chest to finally cup his arousal through the
damp clothes. Tezuka groaned into st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s mouth when nimble fingers started
to knead his hard flesh roughly. And that’s all the encouragement he needed to
lower his hand to knead what he had wanted. st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> gasped into his mouth when class=SpellE>Tezuka started to massage his rear and pulled away from the
kiss.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Somehow even in the heat of intimacy
Fuji could still retain some sense to form words. “Your
dreams. Our dreams. I understand.” The prodigy
whispered to Tezuka’s ear. His words were interrupted
by a low moan when Tezuka’s fingertip incidentally
grazed his opening. “Your fear. Your
doubts. I have them, too.”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Slowly they slid lower until they
finally sat on the cold tiled floor. At that point Tezuka
must remove his hand from lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s tempting rear. His hands were now
pulling style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> into another bruising kiss. While
their tongues danced intimately, lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> pushed Tezuka’s
trouser and underwear down.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> arched his back off the locker he
leaned on when style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s fingers wrapped around his aching
flesh. The noises he made were effectively muffled by st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s mouth as he stroked him slowly.
His hips move into the rhythm Fuji’s skilled hand set as he was brought closer,
but not close enough to the edge.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>And then st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> pulled away from him. Before class=SpellE>Tezuka could voice his protest, he quickly removed his
clothing and kneeled in front of Tezuka, presenting
all he had to his captain.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> swallowed thickly as his eyes
feasted on style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s chest, pink nipples, graceful
curve of hips and the lean erection standing proudly between his legs. He
reached out his hand tentatively. But seeing no protest from st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>, he braved himself to stroke st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s chest. His other hand trailed a
burning path down to lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s dripping erection. class=SpellE>Tezuka looked up to st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s eyes, searching for protest but
only found expectance in the slightly glazed eyes. Slowly, he wrapped his long
fingers around Fuji’s
heated flesh, drawing a shuddering breath from st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> as he carefully stroked him.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Feel me. I am here.” st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> whispered, causing class=SpellE>Tezuka to look at him in askance. But st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> merely smiled at him and removed class=SpellE>Tezuka’s hands from his body, shifting back slightly and
then bending down.
class=SpellE>Tezuka’slang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> breath was caught when he realized
what style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> was up to. He watched avidly as the
tip of pink tongue licked the tip of his erection to taste him for the first
time. He lifted a fist to his mouth to block any noise and remind him not to
come prematurely.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> licked the pre cum that dribbled
out with every evidence of enjoyment before covering the
tip with his lips. Tezuka made a tiny muffled sound
into his fist. His other hand rested unconsciously on st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s shoulder. Slowly, st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s lips covered more and more of his
flesh and when he could take no more, Tezuka found
his hand stroking style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s damp tresses encouragingly. st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> placed his hand on class=SpellE>Tezuka’s thighs to spread them further apart as his mouth
went to work. His head bobbed up and down as his mouth teased class=SpellE>Tezuka into madness. Then one hand moved to squeeze class=SpellE>Tezuka’s tight pouches, drawing a long moan from the
normally quiet boy.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> breathed heavily through his nose
as he tried to control his body in vain. When st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> started to suck, he though he was
seriously going to die. His body was strung tight with unspent passion, wanting
so desperately to just fuck lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s wonderful, hot, wet mouth. But
something stopped him, reminding him that there’s more to come. He realized
that style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s other hand was missing from his
thigh and he struggled to find it through his fogging glasses.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>What he saw almost make his loose
control completely. lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> now had his fingers buried inside
his channel. He moved them in time with the movement of his mouth on class=SpellE>Tezuka. He made soft humming noise and whimpers as he
prepared himself for Tezuka.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>The exact moment Tezuka
thought he couldn’t hold back anymore, st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> drew away. He breathed heavily, his
glassy eyes locked onto Tezuka’s for a few moments
before he moved to straddle Tezuka. The taller boy
shifted so that style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> would be able to move easily for
what was to come. He knew what he wanted and he wouldn’t deny himself of it any
longer. He had been playing this game with st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> for too long he couldn’t bear it
anymore. But still, he stopped lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> when he positioned himself on top
of his erection.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Wouldn’t it hurt?”
st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> looked at him, gripped his left
elbow and replied. “Doesn’t this hurt?” The he smiled. “You’ve done a lot for
us. Let me do something for you.”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Unable to for m a protest, class=SpellE>Tezuka could only watch as slowly st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> lowered his body to engulf class=SpellE>Tezuka’s member millimeter by agonizing millimeter. class=SpellE>Tezuka leaned his head onto the locker door behind him and
forced his eyes to remain open to watch st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>. When st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> sat on his lap with his erection
buried completely inside of him, Tezuka leaned
forward to kiss the tensai gently. He knew st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> was holding back his pain from his
stuttered breath and lingering touches, all because he had been subjected to
doing the same, though for different reason.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>He knew better than to argue when st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> lifted himself off his lap only to
sit back down again. Placing his hands on his hips was the most he could do to
make sure that style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> wasn’t pushing himself too far. But
the tensai would have none of it. He ignored his
effort to control their lovemaking, riding Tezuka
faster and faster, with more urgency and desperation and passion. The sounds of
flesh slapping onto flesh, moans, groans, and gasps echoed in the room. The
scent of sex filled the tight space, spurring them to move faster.
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> wrapped his fingers around st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s straining flesh and stroke him
roughly. Patience and teasing were not appreciated at this point. st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> kissed him passionately before
throwing his head back and released all over Tezuka’s
hand and abdomen with a hoarse cry.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>The tight muscle tightened
impossibly around Tezuka, drawing a low groan from
the stoic boy. He returned his hand to st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s hips to make him ride him faster
and give him completion. Thrusting his hips up to meet st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s, he found his release finally
with a groan that he muffled by biting the slighter boy’s shoulder. st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> shuddered and moaned softly as he
filled him with his essence.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Still in the haze of orgasm, he
wrapped his arms around style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujistyle='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>, allowing st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> to rest his head on his left
shoulder and kissed it softly. He didn’t pull out yet, still wanting to feel
the nearness a little bit longer. As Tezuka caressed st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>’s back he realized that he liked
having someone in his arms. He realized this wouldn’t be the last time they do
this. He also realized that he would finally come to need this intimacy. And
the most important thing was that he realized that he didn’t mind it so much.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Even without Echizen
we can make it.” style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> said, lifting his head to look at class=SpellE>Tezuka. “You still have us. You still have me.”
class=SpellE>Tezukalang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> paused, thinking. He realized how
true it was, how he was so pinned over Echizen’s
prodigious ability that he had almost forgotten to trust himself and his other
teammates. He nodded. “Aa.”
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“ st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> smiled in satisfaction and snuggled
into Tezuka’s warm embrace.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>*
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>It would be a lie to say that he’s
already over the issue of Echizen. As st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> had said, he was a bad liar. But class=SpellE>Tezuka had also learnt to put more faith in himself and his
friends and to never let go of hopes and dreams.
class=SpellE>Echizen’slang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> departure still bothered him and it
didn’t help that everyone keep bringing it up. His
doubts rose again, as well as his insecurity. Bet when he caught sight of
gleaming azure eyes, he calmed a bit.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>He wasn’t surprised later that
evening after practice when he found himself with st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> as the only ones left in the
clubroom. He was expecting it when lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> approached him, removed his glasses
and kissed him gently. He didn’t fight the passion that bubbled between them
once again as style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> touched him and undress him. He was
calming his nerves in the only way he knew: by playing a game. But this game
had little to do with tennis. It’s a secret game he only played with st="on">Fujilang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>. And he thought that it just might
start to grow on him.
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>O~WA~RI
lang=EN-US style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>A/N: My other reason for writing
this story other than to serve my growing love and obsession over class=SpellE>Shirota Yuu and Hiroki class=SpellE>Aiba is to introduce to you my writing style when it comes
to smut. Since very soon I will post the last (and smut filled) chapter of
Electronic Love and I still feel a bit unsure about the smut scene, I feel like
I need your approval about the style. If you feel something is missing and it’s
not hot enough, please fill me in and let me know. Constructive criticisms are
very much welcomed *bow deeply*…
