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Title: Day's End
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fuji greets Ryoma after a long day at work.
Day's End
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meitachi
Ryoma dropped his bag on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him as he made his way into the living room area of the expansive apartment.
"How was the game, Ryoma?" Fuji turned around on the couch and gave Ryoma a quick smile. "Did Tezuka wear you out?"
The younger man scoffed. "He's gotten slow." He leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a hot kiss to his boyfriend's mouth, still sweaty and tired from the long afternoon out with his former tennis captain. "How was work?" he asked, lips still brushing against Fuji's.
Fuji drew back and looked at the spread of photos scattered over the coffee table. "Busy," he sighd. He glanced up. "Go take a shower. You smell terrible."
Ryoma smirked at him. "You like it."
"The scent of sweat?"
"Mmhmm." Ryoma's hand slipped down the open collar of Fuji's shirt. He rested his chin on Fuji's head and grinned as he trailed his thumb over Fuji's collarbone. "It makes you horny. Ne, Syuusuke?" The name was practically purred as his lids dropped, eyes knowing and sleepy.
Fuji caught his hand and turned his head to look at him. "Did playing with Tezuka make you that excited, Ryoma?" he asked softly, slyly, as his lips curved.
Ryoma snorted and let Fuji drag him over the back of the couch, sprawling over the other man's lap. "Does it get you off thinking that buchou and I have a thing going on?" He squirmed slightly as a hand crept under the waistband of his shorts.
"Actually," Fuji murmured, eyes slitting with a flash of blue, "I'd be rather upset with Tezuka. Atobe would be rather put out as well."
"Monkey King?" Ryoma bit his lip as Fuji's hand slipped under his boxers as well, teasing his already half-interested cock into full erection. "Aa--" He grasped at Fuji's shoulders. "Buchou's seeing him?"
Fuji leaned down and licked Ryoma's jaw, trailing upwards toward his ear. "Three years and going, Ryoma," he whispered, breath tickling the younger man's ear. "You can be somewhat unobservant, hmm?"
Ryoma wasn't paying nearly as much attention to the words as to the sultry voice that was curling heat in his groin and the hand lightly grasping his cock. "Bedroom," he said in a strangled voice. "Syuusuke. Now."
"Saa, there's nothing wrong with the couch..."
"It's leather. It's hot and sticky and uncomfortable," Ryoma replied flatly. He squirmed away from Fuji's hand and got to his feet, stripping off his tennis jersey as he made his way toward the bedroom. "C'mon," he ordered his boyfriend, without turning once to look at him.
Fuji smiled after him, rising gracefully and following, giving nary a look to his unfinished work spread out across the table. "I quite like you when you're shirtless, Ryoma," he said, eyeing the line of Ryoma's back. "In fact, I think I like you best when you have no clothes on at all..."
He closed their bedroom door behind him as Ryoma hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of his shorts and shucked them off. Golden eyes flicked up challengingly at him as Ryoma climbed onto the bed in all his naked glory. "I know," Ryoma purred.
With that blatant invitation, Fuji quickly stripped off his own clothes. His smile was predatory as he followed Ryoma onto the bed and drew his face up for a long kiss. "I hope tennis didn't wear you out too badly," he murmured, hands wandering across familiar tanned skin.
"Fuji-senpai taught me the importance of endurance," was Ryoma's snarky reply, accompanied with the trademark smirk.
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Started/Finished: 09.17.2005
Title: Day's End
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fuji greets Ryoma after a long day at work.
Day's End
by
meitachiRyoma dropped his bag on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him as he made his way into the living room area of the expansive apartment.
"How was the game, Ryoma?" Fuji turned around on the couch and gave Ryoma a quick smile. "Did Tezuka wear you out?"
The younger man scoffed. "He's gotten slow." He leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a hot kiss to his boyfriend's mouth, still sweaty and tired from the long afternoon out with his former tennis captain. "How was work?" he asked, lips still brushing against Fuji's.
Fuji drew back and looked at the spread of photos scattered over the coffee table. "Busy," he sighd. He glanced up. "Go take a shower. You smell terrible."
Ryoma smirked at him. "You like it."
"The scent of sweat?"
"Mmhmm." Ryoma's hand slipped down the open collar of Fuji's shirt. He rested his chin on Fuji's head and grinned as he trailed his thumb over Fuji's collarbone. "It makes you horny. Ne, Syuusuke?" The name was practically purred as his lids dropped, eyes knowing and sleepy.
Fuji caught his hand and turned his head to look at him. "Did playing with Tezuka make you that excited, Ryoma?" he asked softly, slyly, as his lips curved.
Ryoma snorted and let Fuji drag him over the back of the couch, sprawling over the other man's lap. "Does it get you off thinking that buchou and I have a thing going on?" He squirmed slightly as a hand crept under the waistband of his shorts.
"Actually," Fuji murmured, eyes slitting with a flash of blue, "I'd be rather upset with Tezuka. Atobe would be rather put out as well."
"Monkey King?" Ryoma bit his lip as Fuji's hand slipped under his boxers as well, teasing his already half-interested cock into full erection. "Aa--" He grasped at Fuji's shoulders. "Buchou's seeing him?"
Fuji leaned down and licked Ryoma's jaw, trailing upwards toward his ear. "Three years and going, Ryoma," he whispered, breath tickling the younger man's ear. "You can be somewhat unobservant, hmm?"
Ryoma wasn't paying nearly as much attention to the words as to the sultry voice that was curling heat in his groin and the hand lightly grasping his cock. "Bedroom," he said in a strangled voice. "Syuusuke. Now."
"Saa, there's nothing wrong with the couch..."
"It's leather. It's hot and sticky and uncomfortable," Ryoma replied flatly. He squirmed away from Fuji's hand and got to his feet, stripping off his tennis jersey as he made his way toward the bedroom. "C'mon," he ordered his boyfriend, without turning once to look at him.
Fuji smiled after him, rising gracefully and following, giving nary a look to his unfinished work spread out across the table. "I quite like you when you're shirtless, Ryoma," he said, eyeing the line of Ryoma's back. "In fact, I think I like you best when you have no clothes on at all..."
He closed their bedroom door behind him as Ryoma hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of his shorts and shucked them off. Golden eyes flicked up challengingly at him as Ryoma climbed onto the bed in all his naked glory. "I know," Ryoma purred.
With that blatant invitation, Fuji quickly stripped off his own clothes. His smile was predatory as he followed Ryoma onto the bed and drew his face up for a long kiss. "I hope tennis didn't wear you out too badly," he murmured, hands wandering across familiar tanned skin.
"Fuji-senpai taught me the importance of endurance," was Ryoma's snarky reply, accompanied with the trademark smirk.
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Started/Finished: 09.17.2005
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