[PoT] Behind the Scenes, PG-13, Drama!, FujiRyo

[meiface.livejournal.com]

life_of_eden wanted Thrill Pair from Prince of Tennis, with Ryoma's voice (with bonus points for some rivalry or preslashy flirting). This...has rivalry if you look at it the right way. And lots of flirting, though not entirely preslashy. XD I hope you like it, Eden! (I got your card and it was so pretty. Thank you! ♥♥)


Behind the Scenes
Prince of Tennis, FujiRyo, PG-13, 637 words
In which Fuji "helps" Ryoma.


Behind the Scenes
by meitachi

“Which one’s your favorite?” Tomoka’s cousin asked, sprawled across the bedroom floor and flipping through a photobook. She paused every once in awhile, eyes lingering on a particularly nice picture.

“Ryoma-sama, of course,” Tomoka replied matter-of-factly. She fiddled with the buttons on her stereo, and then Aozu’s latest single blasted out of her speakers. She smiled happily. “I love this song!”

--

“I hate this song,” said Ryoma and walked out of recording booth.

Tezuka sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Oishi frowned, worried. “Should I go talk to him?”

Fuji smiled. “He didn’t go very far,” he said, pulling down his headphones. The sound director had stopped Ryoma a few feet outside the booth and was talking to him in a low voice, clearly upset. Ryoma wasn’t looking at him, head down and hands in his pockets, his entire manner disgruntled and unreceptive. Oishi and Tezuka both removed their headphones.

“He’s frustrated,” Tezuka said quietly. “He’s not singing at his best capacity today.”

“I noticed that,” Oishi said with nod. “His voice is strained.”

Fuji said, “Oops.” Then he said, “We could always record the other song where he has fewer vocals.”

They did, after Ryoma returned to the booth, still unhappy. He took his place next to Fuji, who gave him a supportive squeeze on the shoulder. He smiled when Ryoma glanced at him.

Aozu’s newest single featured Fuji and Tezuka prominently.

--

“I like Fuji,” her cousin said, flipping another glossy page. “He’s hot.”

--

Ryoma didn’t bother going to the release party. When Fuji stopped by his hotel room later, he was cross-legged on the floor and leaning against the bed, playing video games. Fuji hung up his jacket and went to the mini-bar, where he put down an advance copy of the single on the counter and uncorked the half-empty bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses.

“Drink up,” he said, crossing the room and handing one to Ryoma.

“I hate the song,” Ryoma said as he sipped. He made a face. “This tastes awful.”

“It’s Dom Perignon,” said Fuji, seating himself next to Ryoma. “It’s the most expensive kind of champagne there is.” He lifted his glass in a silent toast before bringing it to his lips.

“So it’s a very expensive awful taste,” Ryoma retorted. He’d paused his game earlier and now he kicked the controller out of the way as he knocked Fuji onto his back and dumped his glass of champagne on him. He grinned at Fuji’s startled expression.

“I know what you did,” Ryoma said, straddling the older boy and bending down to lick champagne from the hollow of Fuji’s throat.

Fuji hummed, making his throat vibrate, hand sticky with his own spilled glass of champagne, now staining the carpet. “It was for you, Ryoma. You hated that song.”

“I hate the new one, too.”

“Life’s not fair,” said Fuji as Ryoma sucked at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“And payback’s a bitch.” Ryoma smirked as he sank his teeth into bare skin. Fuji’s hands came up to shift along his back, warm. “I want you and me for the next single. Tezuka can have backup.”

“That can be arranged.”

Ryoma bit him again and Fuji chuckled. “He better have nothing but a cold,” Ryoma growled, voice low. Fuji’s fingers tangled in his hair, drawing his head up, and then they were kissing sloppily, Fuji’s hand leaving Ryoma’s hair in search of skin. Ryoma sighed, long and low, and Fuji’s fingers slipped unerringly between the edge of Ryoma’s t-shirt and shorts.

--

Tomoka grinned. “Well, he likes Ryoma-sama too!” she announced, throwing herself onto her bed and gazing at the numerous Aozu posters plastered to her walls. “Everyone does. Did I tell you about the time I saw them on the line to Odaiba?”


Started/Finished: 12.22.2006