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kat8chaTitle: Tennis to a Teenage Penis
Author: Me
Rating: R
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji/Ryoma (all mixed up)
Summary: After the match against Shitenhouji the boys are riled up.
A/N: Originally written for the kink meme, never posted at my journal.
Tezuka had known that Fuji would approach Echizen after the match against Shitenhouji. It had been Fuji's eyes, the wide-eyed crazy hunger that Fuji rarely displayed. Tezuka and Fuji had never been official, not as a couple, and they had never been exclusive. That was not to say that the two of them fooled around frequently.
But there were moments when tennis made a teenage penis impossible to control, and there was always someone willing to offer a helping hand.
"Echizen." Fuji set the trap for Ryoma inside the locker room, and smiled sweetly while Ryoma disentangled himself from Momoshirou. "Do you want a ride to yakiniku?"
Tezuka was in the middle of changing, but he could tell from the split-second silence that everyone else had frozen from surprise. Fuji had only offered rides to Taka and Eiji before, to the team's knowledge. Tezuka had folded his jersey by the time the room exploded into noise.
"EEEH?! Only Ochibi?! Fuji that's mean!" Eiji whined, wrapping his arms around Ryoma's shoulders and leaned his chin on top of Echizen's head. "What if I want a ride?"
"You'll be going with Oishi." Fuji stated decisively, like he knew all. Tezuka knew that Inui was the one with the data, but Fuji had an eerie habit of knowing all the things that could not be quantified by data. Oishi and Eiji's habits of 'feeding the fish' after a successful match being one of them. "And Oishi needs to stop at his house to 'feed the fish' right?"
"W-well that's right…" Distracted, the team settled into teasing Oishi about his maternal concern for his fish, forgetting all about Fuji and Echizen.
Except Tezuka.
Folding up the last of his clothes Tezuka slowly placed them in his tennis bag. He was aware that he, Fuji, and Echizen were the last in the locker room. Tezuka did not intend to leave yet.
"Echizen." Fuji started off cheerfully, seating himself on the long wooden bench. "Was that the third door?" Tezuka turned around to watch the proceedings.
Ryoma shrugged. "How should I know? It didn't feel quite there yet though…" Echizen shrugged again, but the look in his eyes was anything but flippant. "Did you like it, Fuji-senpai?"
Tezuka wonders how far the relationship between Fuji and Echizen progressed while he was gone. Before his shoulder injury Ryoma and Fuji's relationship had the bitter tang of rivals with unresolved tension. Now the frission was different, as if both of them knew that things could only be solved with an extreme tennis match or something involving far less clothes.
"Mmmm." Fuji reached up to stroke his fingers through Ryoma's wild hair, knocking off Ryoma's cap. "I did." Fuji tugged hard on Ryoma's hair, forcing him to bend down. "I'd like to see you play that way for me."
Tezuka leaned back against the lockers and crossed his arms over his chest. Apparently things had progressed this far.
"You never give me your all, Fuji-senpai." Echizen's tone was equal parts mocking and deference, a unique blend completely Ryoma's own. "Your 'final counter'?" Echizen bridges the gap to kiss Fuji, and it's not an innocent kiss.
Tezuka admits to a brief pang of jealousy, though not at the kiss. He is jealous of Shiraishi and his ability to draw out Fuji's all. Tezuka admits jealousy of Kintarou's ability to draw Echizen's tennis out as well. Tennis, to Tezuka, is the purest form of one's self.
Fuji tugs Ryoma back from the kiss, both of them panting a little. "It might not be my final counter…" Fuji's voice is husky. "Shame we can't go all the way. We wouldn't want anyone limping tomorrow would we?"
Ryoma glances up and over, meeting Tezuka's eyes. "I bet Fuji-senpai could play with a limp."
If Tezuka was one to smile, he would, but instead he walks over to the bench. Bending over Fuji and Echizen he mirrors Fuji's hand in Echizen's hair, his fingers tangling in green strands and Fuji's long fingers. Tugging Echizen's head back Tezuka looks at the first year.
"No one will be playing with a limp." Tezuka says flatly. "Don't get careless." Pulling Echizen up he kisses him. Echizen's mouth is already open, his lips slightly wet from the kiss with Fuji. Echizen tastes faintly of sweet energy drinks, and a lot like spit. His tongue is clumsy, but enthusiastic, and it pushes and brushes and rubs into Tezuka's mouth. Tezuka wraps an arm around Echizen's chest and tugs him closer, trapping Fuji in between them.
Fuji chuckles low in his throat, and undoes the fly on Echizen's black uniform pants. "Tezuka never jokes about tennis."
Echizen grunts into Tezuka's mouth, and Tezuka opens his eyes. Echizen's eyelids are closed, fine dark lashes shadowing his cheeks. Tezuka breaks the kiss and sits on the bench beside Fuji. Echizen looks a little dazed, though he smirks at his two senpai all the same. "Mada ma-" Fuji's hand disappears into Echizen's pants, and Echizen breaks off his signature snark with a moan. "Uuhnnnn… senpai."
"None of that mouth." Fuji wags a finger at Ryoma, then pushes his pants and underwear down so they pool around his ankles. "Not everyone gets to play with Tezuka and I at the same time."
"Hn." Tezuka plants a hand on Echizen's bare hip, stroking the smooth skin, his thumb running over the sharp jut of bone. There is a fading love bite on Ryoma's upper thigh. Ryoma is already hard, his erection bobbing upwards in the yellow light of the locker room. Tezuka wraps a hand around it and strokes.
"I'm just special." Ryoma says breathily, his knees wobbling dangerously.
"You are." Fuji agrees, shifting off the bench to stand behind Echizen and support him, two arms wrapped around his waist. They make a pretty picture, Echizen's youthful androgyny matched against Fuji's pretty face. Tezuka continues stroking Echizen, his eyes moving from Fuji kissing and murmuring huskily into Echizen's ear, to the site of his large hand wrapped around Echizen's small dick. Fuji strokes fingers over Echizen's shirt front, pinching at one of Echizen's nipples through the fabric. Echizen's eyelids flutter closed, then are forced open. He looks down at Tezuka stroking him, and meets Tezuka's eyes. It's a repeated dance.
Ryoma squeezes his eyes shut, and his breathing grows rough and loud, his hips jerking in Tezuka's grasp. "Echizen." Tezuka says, stirred by Ryoma's actions. Echizen bites his bottom lip and comes with a muffled whine, semen splurting into Tezuka's hand, some oozing down his wrist. Tezuka lets go and Echizen's dick dangles between his loose limbed legs, dripping onto his bundled pants and underwear.
Fuji nuzzles the side of Echizen's sweaty face. "I have a handkerchief in my pocket, if you want it, Tezuka." Echizen's breathing is stuttering, slowly deepening.
"Thank you, Fuji." Tezuka reaches around Echizen's hip to reach into Fuji's pocket, the swell of Echizen's ass pressing against the soft fabric. Next time, when there is no match to play the next day. Tezuka's fingers brush against the cloth hiding Fuji's erection as well, before he grabs the handkerchief.
Ryoma shrugs off Fuji's hold as Tezuka cleans his hand off, bends down and pulls up his pants. Tezuka does not miss the way Echizen rubs against Fuji's groin, or the hissed intake of Fuji's breath. It is rare for Fuji to find someone who can play the game as well as he can, but Echizen seems to be keeping up. Tezuka wonders if, while he was gone, he was replaced as Fuji's favorite playmate. Fuji had enjoyed the way Tezuka's stoic personality balanced Fuji's tendency to play too much, but Echizen's impishness seemed to play the part of a foil just as well.
"Buchou." Echizen collapses onto Tezuka's lap. "Don't think we're leaving you out." Echizen smirks, and then begins to move downwards, pushing Tezuka's legs apart and collapsing bonelessly between them. "I wonder if you'll glitter when you orgasm."
Tezuka blinks down at the mess of Echizen's hair, and then looks up at Fuji.
"Your match with Chitose." Fuji says, looking faintly obsessed. "You both… glittered. And looked very into each other."
"Chitose is a fine opponent." Though Tezuka is not sure he would like to play Chitose again. The match had lacked oomph, and compared to Fuji's match with Shiraishi the tension had been lacking.
Echizen drew Tezuka's fly down with a snort. "I can't believe you guys called that a doubles match. That was not doubles." Echizen smirked. "And I know bad doubles." The reminder of Momoshirou and Echizen's terrible team up is enough to surprise an amused snort from both Fuji and Tezuka. "Lift up, Buchou."
Tezuka does, and Echizen drags his pants and briefs down to tangle up around Tezuka's knees. Planting his elbows on the bunched fabric Echizen leans in to wrap his mouth quickly around Tezuka's dick, no hands needed. Tezuka draws in a quick breath of surprise. He had expected a handjob, but not oral sex.
"No one expects that." Fuji murmurs into Tezuka's ear, stroking the curve of Tezuka's ear with his tongue. "He's really…"
Tezuka grips Echizen's hair again. Echizen's tongue is swirling around him, and the amount of suction is just perfect. "Good." Tezuka finishes Fuji's sentence, his fingers clutching tightly at the back of Echizen's head. Echizen does not do anything fancy, he just sucks, his tongue stroking wetly alongside the bottom of Tezuka's dick as he bobs his head back and forth. But it feels so right… It's not a short blowjob, but it doesn't take long to bring Tezuka to the edge, spilling into Echizen's mouth. Echizen pulls back with a snarky smile, a line of semen slipping from between his lips to snake towards his chin.
Fuji leans over Tezuka's shoulder to lick it away, and the bunch in his trousers rubs against Tezuka's arm, reminding him that one of them has yet to get off.
Blinking the stars out of his eyes Tezuka decides that he and Echizen can take care of Fuji together.
And that maybe, with Echizen, there won't be a need to play with other partners. Echizen understands the lure of good tennis as well.
Author: Me
Rating: R
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji/Ryoma (all mixed up)
Summary: After the match against Shitenhouji the boys are riled up.
A/N: Originally written for the kink meme, never posted at my journal.
Tezuka had known that Fuji would approach Echizen after the match against Shitenhouji. It had been Fuji's eyes, the wide-eyed crazy hunger that Fuji rarely displayed. Tezuka and Fuji had never been official, not as a couple, and they had never been exclusive. That was not to say that the two of them fooled around frequently.
But there were moments when tennis made a teenage penis impossible to control, and there was always someone willing to offer a helping hand.
"Echizen." Fuji set the trap for Ryoma inside the locker room, and smiled sweetly while Ryoma disentangled himself from Momoshirou. "Do you want a ride to yakiniku?"
Tezuka was in the middle of changing, but he could tell from the split-second silence that everyone else had frozen from surprise. Fuji had only offered rides to Taka and Eiji before, to the team's knowledge. Tezuka had folded his jersey by the time the room exploded into noise.
"EEEH?! Only Ochibi?! Fuji that's mean!" Eiji whined, wrapping his arms around Ryoma's shoulders and leaned his chin on top of Echizen's head. "What if I want a ride?"
"You'll be going with Oishi." Fuji stated decisively, like he knew all. Tezuka knew that Inui was the one with the data, but Fuji had an eerie habit of knowing all the things that could not be quantified by data. Oishi and Eiji's habits of 'feeding the fish' after a successful match being one of them. "And Oishi needs to stop at his house to 'feed the fish' right?"
"W-well that's right…" Distracted, the team settled into teasing Oishi about his maternal concern for his fish, forgetting all about Fuji and Echizen.
Except Tezuka.
Folding up the last of his clothes Tezuka slowly placed them in his tennis bag. He was aware that he, Fuji, and Echizen were the last in the locker room. Tezuka did not intend to leave yet.
"Echizen." Fuji started off cheerfully, seating himself on the long wooden bench. "Was that the third door?" Tezuka turned around to watch the proceedings.
Ryoma shrugged. "How should I know? It didn't feel quite there yet though…" Echizen shrugged again, but the look in his eyes was anything but flippant. "Did you like it, Fuji-senpai?"
Tezuka wonders how far the relationship between Fuji and Echizen progressed while he was gone. Before his shoulder injury Ryoma and Fuji's relationship had the bitter tang of rivals with unresolved tension. Now the frission was different, as if both of them knew that things could only be solved with an extreme tennis match or something involving far less clothes.
"Mmmm." Fuji reached up to stroke his fingers through Ryoma's wild hair, knocking off Ryoma's cap. "I did." Fuji tugged hard on Ryoma's hair, forcing him to bend down. "I'd like to see you play that way for me."
Tezuka leaned back against the lockers and crossed his arms over his chest. Apparently things had progressed this far.
"You never give me your all, Fuji-senpai." Echizen's tone was equal parts mocking and deference, a unique blend completely Ryoma's own. "Your 'final counter'?" Echizen bridges the gap to kiss Fuji, and it's not an innocent kiss.
Tezuka admits to a brief pang of jealousy, though not at the kiss. He is jealous of Shiraishi and his ability to draw out Fuji's all. Tezuka admits jealousy of Kintarou's ability to draw Echizen's tennis out as well. Tennis, to Tezuka, is the purest form of one's self.
Fuji tugs Ryoma back from the kiss, both of them panting a little. "It might not be my final counter…" Fuji's voice is husky. "Shame we can't go all the way. We wouldn't want anyone limping tomorrow would we?"
Ryoma glances up and over, meeting Tezuka's eyes. "I bet Fuji-senpai could play with a limp."
If Tezuka was one to smile, he would, but instead he walks over to the bench. Bending over Fuji and Echizen he mirrors Fuji's hand in Echizen's hair, his fingers tangling in green strands and Fuji's long fingers. Tugging Echizen's head back Tezuka looks at the first year.
"No one will be playing with a limp." Tezuka says flatly. "Don't get careless." Pulling Echizen up he kisses him. Echizen's mouth is already open, his lips slightly wet from the kiss with Fuji. Echizen tastes faintly of sweet energy drinks, and a lot like spit. His tongue is clumsy, but enthusiastic, and it pushes and brushes and rubs into Tezuka's mouth. Tezuka wraps an arm around Echizen's chest and tugs him closer, trapping Fuji in between them.
Fuji chuckles low in his throat, and undoes the fly on Echizen's black uniform pants. "Tezuka never jokes about tennis."
Echizen grunts into Tezuka's mouth, and Tezuka opens his eyes. Echizen's eyelids are closed, fine dark lashes shadowing his cheeks. Tezuka breaks the kiss and sits on the bench beside Fuji. Echizen looks a little dazed, though he smirks at his two senpai all the same. "Mada ma-" Fuji's hand disappears into Echizen's pants, and Echizen breaks off his signature snark with a moan. "Uuhnnnn… senpai."
"None of that mouth." Fuji wags a finger at Ryoma, then pushes his pants and underwear down so they pool around his ankles. "Not everyone gets to play with Tezuka and I at the same time."
"Hn." Tezuka plants a hand on Echizen's bare hip, stroking the smooth skin, his thumb running over the sharp jut of bone. There is a fading love bite on Ryoma's upper thigh. Ryoma is already hard, his erection bobbing upwards in the yellow light of the locker room. Tezuka wraps a hand around it and strokes.
"I'm just special." Ryoma says breathily, his knees wobbling dangerously.
"You are." Fuji agrees, shifting off the bench to stand behind Echizen and support him, two arms wrapped around his waist. They make a pretty picture, Echizen's youthful androgyny matched against Fuji's pretty face. Tezuka continues stroking Echizen, his eyes moving from Fuji kissing and murmuring huskily into Echizen's ear, to the site of his large hand wrapped around Echizen's small dick. Fuji strokes fingers over Echizen's shirt front, pinching at one of Echizen's nipples through the fabric. Echizen's eyelids flutter closed, then are forced open. He looks down at Tezuka stroking him, and meets Tezuka's eyes. It's a repeated dance.
Ryoma squeezes his eyes shut, and his breathing grows rough and loud, his hips jerking in Tezuka's grasp. "Echizen." Tezuka says, stirred by Ryoma's actions. Echizen bites his bottom lip and comes with a muffled whine, semen splurting into Tezuka's hand, some oozing down his wrist. Tezuka lets go and Echizen's dick dangles between his loose limbed legs, dripping onto his bundled pants and underwear.
Fuji nuzzles the side of Echizen's sweaty face. "I have a handkerchief in my pocket, if you want it, Tezuka." Echizen's breathing is stuttering, slowly deepening.
"Thank you, Fuji." Tezuka reaches around Echizen's hip to reach into Fuji's pocket, the swell of Echizen's ass pressing against the soft fabric. Next time, when there is no match to play the next day. Tezuka's fingers brush against the cloth hiding Fuji's erection as well, before he grabs the handkerchief.
Ryoma shrugs off Fuji's hold as Tezuka cleans his hand off, bends down and pulls up his pants. Tezuka does not miss the way Echizen rubs against Fuji's groin, or the hissed intake of Fuji's breath. It is rare for Fuji to find someone who can play the game as well as he can, but Echizen seems to be keeping up. Tezuka wonders if, while he was gone, he was replaced as Fuji's favorite playmate. Fuji had enjoyed the way Tezuka's stoic personality balanced Fuji's tendency to play too much, but Echizen's impishness seemed to play the part of a foil just as well.
"Buchou." Echizen collapses onto Tezuka's lap. "Don't think we're leaving you out." Echizen smirks, and then begins to move downwards, pushing Tezuka's legs apart and collapsing bonelessly between them. "I wonder if you'll glitter when you orgasm."
Tezuka blinks down at the mess of Echizen's hair, and then looks up at Fuji.
"Your match with Chitose." Fuji says, looking faintly obsessed. "You both… glittered. And looked very into each other."
"Chitose is a fine opponent." Though Tezuka is not sure he would like to play Chitose again. The match had lacked oomph, and compared to Fuji's match with Shiraishi the tension had been lacking.
Echizen drew Tezuka's fly down with a snort. "I can't believe you guys called that a doubles match. That was not doubles." Echizen smirked. "And I know bad doubles." The reminder of Momoshirou and Echizen's terrible team up is enough to surprise an amused snort from both Fuji and Tezuka. "Lift up, Buchou."
Tezuka does, and Echizen drags his pants and briefs down to tangle up around Tezuka's knees. Planting his elbows on the bunched fabric Echizen leans in to wrap his mouth quickly around Tezuka's dick, no hands needed. Tezuka draws in a quick breath of surprise. He had expected a handjob, but not oral sex.
"No one expects that." Fuji murmurs into Tezuka's ear, stroking the curve of Tezuka's ear with his tongue. "He's really…"
Tezuka grips Echizen's hair again. Echizen's tongue is swirling around him, and the amount of suction is just perfect. "Good." Tezuka finishes Fuji's sentence, his fingers clutching tightly at the back of Echizen's head. Echizen does not do anything fancy, he just sucks, his tongue stroking wetly alongside the bottom of Tezuka's dick as he bobs his head back and forth. But it feels so right… It's not a short blowjob, but it doesn't take long to bring Tezuka to the edge, spilling into Echizen's mouth. Echizen pulls back with a snarky smile, a line of semen slipping from between his lips to snake towards his chin.
Fuji leans over Tezuka's shoulder to lick it away, and the bunch in his trousers rubs against Tezuka's arm, reminding him that one of them has yet to get off.
Blinking the stars out of his eyes Tezuka decides that he and Echizen can take care of Fuji together.
And that maybe, with Echizen, there won't be a need to play with other partners. Echizen understands the lure of good tennis as well.
