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chineseinkTitle: Blend, Puree, Repeat
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
In which Ryoma and Fuji take showers and serious discussions are held.
Blend, Puree, Repeat
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meitachi
“If you were a household appliance, what would you be?”
Ryoma removed the water bottle from his mouth and tipped his head back down a bit. “What?” he asked flatly, staring at Fuji.
The other boy repeated his question, wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel.
“That’s a dumb question, Fuji-senpai.”
Fuji smiled genially. “Humor me.”
Ryoma seemed to consider for a moment, before shrugging. “I don’t know,” he replied, scowling. He set down his water bottle on the locker room bench, turning his back on Fuji. “I’m going to take a shower.” His shirt was pulled off and tossed beside his water.
Behind him, Fuji’s smile widened. “Well,” he said, undoing the buttons of his own shirt, “I would be a blender.”
Ryoma glanced at him out of the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stripped off his shorts. “Why?” he asked at last, still not looking full-on at his senpai, who was now bare-chested.
There was a beat of silence and then a warm breath by his ear whispered, “I like stirring things up.” A hand slid along his stomach.
Ryoma jerked, heat suffusing his face. “Fuji-senpai!” he said, glaring.
A slightly more evil than usual smile answered his reproach. “So what household appliance would you be, Ryoma?”
The younger boy refused to speak, edging away instead to the showers, empty so early on a Sunday morning. Fuji followed.
“Stop following me.”
“Saa, I need a shower too, you know, Ryoma. You’re not the only one who got sweaty…” Fuji turned on the spout beside his, adjusting the water to a comfortably hot temperature.
Ryoma stood a few feet away, dry, as he glanced from Fuji to his towel to the shower, struggling internally. To take it off or not? Usually, he wouldn’t care about something so insignificant; it wasn’t anything the other regulars hadn’t seen anyway, right? But now it was just him and Fuji…and Fuji was…unnerving to be alone with…especially when you were in the showers and he was constantly smiling at you…
He finally removed the towel because the practical part of him said he would need a dry towel after the shower and he’d only brought one. Ryoma tried not to notice the other boy as he turned on his own spray of water. A few minutes into soaping himself and shifting uneasily, Ryoma finally burst out, “I’d be a toaster!”
“Oh?”
Ryoma scowled and scrubbed his arms. “Because I like toast, okay?”
Fuji observed the blush on his cheeks and laughed. He reached out a hand and turned off his water, then, smile in place, stepped across under Ryoma’s spray and wrapped his arms around a wet, naked, and alarmed boy wonder. “I like you,” Fuji said, moving his hands and making Ryoma yelp and turn red again.
^____^. thought Fuji.
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Posted: 12.09.2004
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
In which Ryoma and Fuji take showers and serious discussions are held.
Blend, Puree, Repeat
by
meitachi“If you were a household appliance, what would you be?”
Ryoma removed the water bottle from his mouth and tipped his head back down a bit. “What?” he asked flatly, staring at Fuji.
The other boy repeated his question, wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel.
“That’s a dumb question, Fuji-senpai.”
Fuji smiled genially. “Humor me.”
Ryoma seemed to consider for a moment, before shrugging. “I don’t know,” he replied, scowling. He set down his water bottle on the locker room bench, turning his back on Fuji. “I’m going to take a shower.” His shirt was pulled off and tossed beside his water.
Behind him, Fuji’s smile widened. “Well,” he said, undoing the buttons of his own shirt, “I would be a blender.”
Ryoma glanced at him out of the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stripped off his shorts. “Why?” he asked at last, still not looking full-on at his senpai, who was now bare-chested.
There was a beat of silence and then a warm breath by his ear whispered, “I like stirring things up.” A hand slid along his stomach.
Ryoma jerked, heat suffusing his face. “Fuji-senpai!” he said, glaring.
A slightly more evil than usual smile answered his reproach. “So what household appliance would you be, Ryoma?”
The younger boy refused to speak, edging away instead to the showers, empty so early on a Sunday morning. Fuji followed.
“Stop following me.”
“Saa, I need a shower too, you know, Ryoma. You’re not the only one who got sweaty…” Fuji turned on the spout beside his, adjusting the water to a comfortably hot temperature.
Ryoma stood a few feet away, dry, as he glanced from Fuji to his towel to the shower, struggling internally. To take it off or not? Usually, he wouldn’t care about something so insignificant; it wasn’t anything the other regulars hadn’t seen anyway, right? But now it was just him and Fuji…and Fuji was…unnerving to be alone with…especially when you were in the showers and he was constantly smiling at you…
He finally removed the towel because the practical part of him said he would need a dry towel after the shower and he’d only brought one. Ryoma tried not to notice the other boy as he turned on his own spray of water. A few minutes into soaping himself and shifting uneasily, Ryoma finally burst out, “I’d be a toaster!”
“Oh?”
Ryoma scowled and scrubbed his arms. “Because I like toast, okay?”
Fuji observed the blush on his cheeks and laughed. He reached out a hand and turned off his water, then, smile in place, stepped across under Ryoma’s spray and wrapped his arms around a wet, naked, and alarmed boy wonder. “I like you,” Fuji said, moving his hands and making Ryoma yelp and turn red again.
^____^. thought Fuji.
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Posted: 12.09.2004
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