The Rumour

The Aftermath Part 2 (Wherein Some Yaoi, Sweetness and Fluff Occurs)

Fuji waited until everyone else has gone back home, leaving just him and Tezuka alone after practice. The regulars had put him in charge of telling Tezuka of the change in plans for this coming Sunday. (His offer to prepare food for the picnic had, strangely enough, been rejected by everyone. Fuji had been disappointed. He would have loved to see the looks on his team mates' faces when they tried his famous mustard sandwiches with wasabi salad.)

Still, it wasn't a bad deal, as far as Fuji was concerned. So he won't see his team mates suffer. Getting this chance to talk to Tezuka was just as good. This meant that he had yet another opportunity to play with Tezuka. Under that smiling visage, Fuji could feel his own adrenaline level pump up a notch at the thought.

Tezuka.

Fuji walked into the club room.

As he'd planned, Tezuka was indeed alone in the club room. Seated at the bench, the Seigaku captain was busy packing his tennis gear into his bag. Fuji padded over on silent feet to stand before his captain. Tezuka looked up at him expressionlessly for a brief moment, then turned back to his packing without a word. Dismissing him. Again. The familiar irritation streaked through Fuji and was throttled with some effort.

"Tezuka," said Fuji, smiling as if nothing had happened. "The regulars would like to invite you to a date on Sunday."

Tezuka looked up. "On Sunday?" He frowned.

"Yes, I know buchou's already have plans for yet another one of your punishment dates, but the Regulars and I would like to show you our appreciation for your thoughtfulness for the past seven dates," explained Fuji sweetly as he moved to stand right in front of Tezuka.

Tezuka thought for a moment, and finally grunted a wordless assent. He turned back to his packing, and zipped his bag close. He was about to get up from his seat when he realised that Fuji was still standing in front. "Was there anything else?" He asked coolly.

Fuji's smile deepened as he shifted a little closer to Tezuka, forcing the other boy to look up at his face. "I was wondering… Am I going to get any special punishment for my part in the whole date match thing? After all, I am the mastermind behind it all, do I get… a special date of my own?" Fuji bent lower as he spoke, until his last words were practically whispered against Tezuka's cheek.

"Fuji…" Tezuka said in warning.

"What?" Fuji asked, still smiling. Above the smile however, sharp blue eyes were alert. He shifted back a little, to better see Tezuka's face.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked Fuji seriously, brown eyes crinkling slightly in displeasure behind his glasses.

Fuji laughed lightly. "I thought you already knew… I just like to see people suffer, remember?"

Tezuka simply looked at Fuji. 

 "We~ll…" Fuji leaned forward again, propping his hands on the wall just behind Tezuka. "So maybe I fibbed. I only like to see you suffer," he whispered in suppressed delight, breath puffing out onto Tezuka's skin. 

Tezuka caught Fuji's face with his hands, and stared at the smiling prodigy. He studied the other boy's face intently, as if memorising it. Fuji's smile began to fade under the onslaught of Tezuka's intent eyes. He became intensely conscious of Tezuka's hands cupping his hand, the faint roughness of tennis-worn calluses, the warmth of his palms, and the fact that his pulse was racing under the soft pressure of Tezuka's fingers. He was hyper-aware of their closeness, the heat radiating out from their bodies.

Fuji's focus narrowed down to Tezuka's lips, soft, narrow… He felt himself move closer and closer, until only a breath separated their lips. "Tezuka," he breathed. "I'm going to kiss you if you don't stop me now."

Brown eyes blinked. And Fuji moved that final, necessary inch closer and kissed him.

Tezuka tasted of warmth, of sunlight. He thrust his tongue between the soft unresisting lips, into the soft warm cavern of Tezuka's mouth. Tongues tangled as Fuji pressed harder. Somewhere along the line, his hands had dropped around Tezuka, pulling their bodies closer. Fuji found himself straddled across Tezuka's lap, Tezuka's arms clasped loosely around his own body.

It was only when he bumped into Tezuka's glasses again for the third time when Fuji finally pulled away reluctantly. He panted softly, trying to catch his breath. They stared at each other wordlessly, stunned by the violence of their first kiss. Fuji brushed his thumb across Tezuka's slightly bruised lips, studied that soft, dreamy look in Tezuka's eyes and a small hopeless laugh bubbled up Fuji's throat. "So this is what it takes, to make you finally notice me," he murmured, breath blowing lightly on Tezuka's face. 

Tezuka growled softly in his throat and pulled Fuji closer.

***

Fuji dragged Tezuka along with him happily as the boys climbed up the stairs to the hill-side park. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the grass was a verdant green, and there was a strong, soft breeze blowing.

They reached the top of the hill, and were greeted by a chorus of greetings.

"Buchou!"

"Tezuka-buchou!"

"Fuji! Over here!"

Smiling, Tezuka and Fuji walked hand in hand over to the rest of their team mates.