A Busy Morning

A/N:
Inspired by the first episode of the Chinese version of Tenipuri
where Tezuka was the last one to arrive when class=SpellE>Echizen first came to visit Seigaku.
Perhaps the first of many. Who knows?

style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>Episode 1: A Busy Morning

Dawn
had just broken on the east. The first faint light of the sun had only entered
through the window. The day wouldn’t start until at least a couple more hours,
yet Fuji was
already awake.

He
stretched his limbs carefully, soaking in the now-familiar soreness all over
his body. Fuji
had been complaining at first but he was now accustomed to the sensation he
came to relate to physical and emotional satisfaction. At his movement, the
body beside him shifted, the arm slung over his side tightened slightly as if
to make sure that he would stay in place. Fuji
smiled fondly as he stared at his lover. Perhaps the only time class=SpellE>Tezuka would let his guard down was when he was asleep. It
was then that he dropped his frowns and scowls and relaxed, showing a glimpse
of his true self. Fuji
smiled wider, pleased to know that he was the only one allowed to witness this.

w:st="on">Fuji was still unsure of
how things had progressed to this point. He did admit that their first meeting
was quite eventful. He knew the very instant he laid eyes on the taller boy,
that he would play an important role in his life. He spent a little less than
two years merely observing and waiting, unsure of where this connection they
were sharing would lead them. Their friendship was unusual to say the least for
sexual tension was palpable between them. The timid and slow approach ceased in
one night of combined frustration and rare privacy as they finally acknowledged
their burning desire for each other.

It
hadn’t been easy for them. Soon after they thread the new relationship, summer
break part them. Their brief hasty meetings hadn’t been enough and even class=SpellE>Tezuka’s patience had run out at some point. w:st="on">Fuji had found
difficulties in rejecting Tezuka’s frequent proposals
for ‘sleepovers’ and ‘travels’, not wanting to rouse suspicion in their family.
Beside Tezuka’s rather conservative family, class=SpellE>Yuuta was Fuji’s
greatest concern. Their relationship seemed to have gone for the worst ever
since Yuuta joined Seigaku;
Fuji didn’t
want to give him more reason to contempt him. Unfortunately Tezuka
was a little beyond reason that time. It took Fuji a while to convince him that
it was best to keep their relationship in private for the time being.

Not
that it was easy for Fuji
to hold back, either. After the new school year began, he could barely contain
his craving for his captain now that they lived only several doors apart. It
didn’t take too long for them to realize that empty classrooms, corridors, and
bathrooms only offered little privacy and short temporary relief. It was rather
cunning of Tezuka to use his authority as the dorm
manager to use the vacant rooms for their personal use. Three years ago w:st="on">Fuji wouldn’t even dream
that Tezuka might do that. But things had changed a
lot now that sexual frustration became a part of their lives. When class=SpellE>Tezuka proposed that they used the empty room in the most
secluded part of the dormitory for the sake of their fading sanity, w:st="on">Fuji had immediately
agreed. Since then they had quietly slipped out of their bedrooms at night and
spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms in the room they had made into
their love nest, until dawn broke them apart.

class=GramE>“Kunimitsu.” w:st="on">Fuji called his lover softly. “It’s time to
go back to our rooms.”

In
response to that, Tezuka’s eyebrows drew closer and
he tightened his arm around Fuji,
pulling their naked bodies even closer together than they already were on the
tiny bunk. Knowing that if this went on, they would most likely still be in
here for another hour or so, Fuji shook Tezuka’s body.

“class=SpellE>Kunimitsu, it’s time to…”

The
kiss caught him by surprise but his body immediately responded to it. He moaned
softly as Tezuka’s hand roamed his back and lower,
pushing the material of the blanket away from w:st="on">Fuji’s lower body. With a gasp, w:st="on">Fuji broke the kiss as class=SpellE>Tezuka’s finger slipped into the cleft of his buttocks.

class=GramE>“Kunimitsu.” He warned his lover.

But
Tezuka wasn’t listening. Instead, he began kissing w:st="on">Fuji’s neck and pulled
their bodies flush together. His lips curved into a smiled when w:st="on">Fuji gasped as their
awakened erections met. “Just a quick one.” class=SpellE>Tezuka whispered, rocking his hips slightly.

w:st="on">Fuji could only moan in
response as a slender digit teased the sore ring of his entrance. He had learnt
soon after they began to consummate their relationship, that class=SpellE>Tezuka didn’t understand the meaning of ‘no more’. Dimly he
wondered how Tezuka still had the stamina after many
rounds of passionate love making last night. He pushed his hips back to meet
the finger but much to his disappointment Tezuka
retracted his finger. He whined when Tezuka began to
knead his butt cheeks instead.

“Is
that okay, Shuusuke?” Tezuka
asked, rocking their hips together.

w:st="on">Fuji growled and pushed class=SpellE>Tezuka onto his back before climbing on top of him. class=SpellE>Tezuka would definitely regret not returning in time today
as Fuji vaguely
remembered he had said something about the preparations he needed to make to
welcome the new members of the tennis team. Not that w:st="on">Fuji was going to remind him of that soon.
Now his only focus was to teach Tezuka to finish what
he had started.

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