There Comes a Time

Masqatch - believe it or not, the 3some thing is way hard for me. I struggle with it, which is precisely why I wrote it in, I needed practice with something that makes me personally uncomfortable. I hope the Fuji-ness makes it up for you.

Lemon and Chai - I'm so glad you think the 3somes are smooth. I was so worried about the masturbation scene in different houses. I didn't know if it would be understood, if I wrote it right. This may be the last 3 stud deal for a short while as I close this story and work on the sequel....... Still pondering.

Hey Yellow! Thanks for sticking with it!

Hope its not too bad.
Enjoy!

Fuji eyed Ryoma. His lips took on a smile with a predatory air. "Ryoma, I want to play with you......" Fuji moved towards him when he was stopped cold in his tracks by Tezuka. A strong hand buried in his hair, grasping and pulling as firm lips descended to his. When Tezuka allowed him to come up for air, he heard the sensual voice say, "Fuji, What makes you think you get to play 2 nights in a row?" He was kissed soundly again. "I believe it's our turn to play with you, right Ryoma?" Blue eyes found Echizen's staring at him hungrily. "Hai, Buchou. It's Syuusuke's turn....."

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Fuji’s eyes cut from gold ones, to hazel and back again, understanding quite suddenly that he was in for a world of trouble. He laughed nervously. “What are you going to do, Tezuka?” firm lips curved upwards slightly at the corners. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.” His hands explored the silky skin of Syuusuke’s back, teeth gently nipped at the exposed graceful length of neck making Syuusuke shiver in delight. Fuji felt Ryoma come up behind him, the rookie pressed his chest into Fuji’s back, the dark haired boy’s lips delivered little caresses to his shoulders blades and the back of his neck. The sudden feeling of being surrounded made him quiver slightly in nervousness, but the sensations were sweet and delicious. Kunimitsu kissed him deeply, the confident captain’s lips begged entrance, then his tongue entered Syuusuke’s mouth; the velvety tip playing havoc with his senses as he was explored completely. When the kiss broke, he was lifted unceremoniously and deposited on the bed. Tezuka’s body did not follow him down onto the mattress, instead he knelt beside him at a right angle. One strong hand pinned both of Fuji’s wrists above his head while his mouth again took control of Syuusuke’s. Fuji dimly heard Ryoma’s voice say, “Here.” Tezuka’s lips left his as he turned to look at Ryoma. Peering at the bottom of the bed, Syuusuke’s eyes widened when he saw that the black ties they had used on Tezuka were hanging from Ryoma’s hand, a small devilish smile gracing his features. Fuji was just starting to shake his head in denial when Tezuka grabbed the ties and swiftly bound his wrists together with the first strip, his palms facing each other. “What’s wrong Syuusuke? Fair is Fair after all.” Tezuka said with a smile. Syuusuke’s belly quivered in sudden panic, “Tezuka! Wait!” however there was no pause in the captain’s nimble fingers as he pulled the second tie between the already bound wrists and secured him neatly to the top of the headboard in the center of the bed. Unlike the way Tezuka had been tied with hands individually at head height, Syuusuke’s wrists were together over his head, comfortably but firmly held.

Tezuka sat back to admire the trussed up Fuji. The blue eyes flashed brilliantly. They cut to Ryoma flashing again in challenge. Tezuka chuckled, “Now, now Syuusuke. Play nice.” Tezuka gathered Ryoma to him, pulling him onto the bed. Tezuka grasped the rookie’s chin and tilted his face up, then slowly and purposefully covered Ryoma’s lips with his, knowing Fuji’s eyes were on them. Tezuka dominated his younger partner, giving deep sexy open mouthed kisses, arousing Ryoma (and Syuusuke in the process) until the raven haired boy could barely breathe. When he pulled away he kissed Ryoma’s forehead gently, “Syuusuke was very careful and thorough in his teaching methods when he had me in a similar position. Our tensai deserves the same meticulous attention.” He leaned forward and softly gave Ryoma some instructions in his ear that Syuusuke could not hear, then when the rookie left the room briefly, Tezuka kneeled between Syuusuke’s legs and pulled the towel open, removing it from the slender hips with practiced ease. Tezuka’s hands grazed up Syuusuke’s sides, as his lips placed gentle kisses all over the sleek belly and ribs. “Tezuka. Untie me. You don’t need the ties, I’ll be still.” Tezuka’s lips curved slightly at him. “You trust us don’t you?” he watched as Syuusuke nodded, knowing that trust wasn’t the issue. Syuusuke knew they would never hurt him. He didn’t trust himself. The issue was that he knew just how incredible and dominant a lover Tezuka was, without benefit of any ties. With the ties, Syuusuke would lose all sense of his own control, and he knew without a doubt that Tezuka was going to teach Ryoma everything just as Syuusuke had taught the rookie about Tezuka. Before he got the chance to protest again, the rookie came back into the room with a plastic cup and the thick red ribbon from Atobe’s weekend invitation. Confusion caused the honey colored eyebrows to crease.

Ryoma placed the items on the bed and crawled up next to his captain again. Tezuka drew the boy up once more and kissed his lips, then they turned to look at their blue eyed partner, “Syuusuke taught you well when you both worked on me. I plan on doing the same. Syuusuke is a sensuous and responsive lover under any conditions, but the one thing you must remember about Syuusuke above all else, is that nothing turns him on more then being dominated. It won’t work if he simply allows you to dominate him. He has to know that you can, and will, follow thru on it should he try to resist you. And believe me, he will test you. Ties like these will prove invaluable to you now, Plus a little added height and weight should help over time.” Hazel eyes glowed with amusement as he heard Syuusuke gasp in surprise when Tezuka correctly described Fuji’s inner mindset. How did he know? It was true, Fuji loved being dominated, but it couldn’t remotely be considered role playing. Fuji wouldn’t just LET his partner control him, his partner had to be strong in body and in will enough to do it. Tezuka watched Fuji’s reactions as he continued, “The second thing you need to remember is that with Syuusuke, less actually IS more.” Syuusuke listened with growing dread. Tezuka had nailed his sexuality down even more perfectly than Fuji had previously realized. “Only the lightest and most teasing of touches will be used tonight. Syuusuke will have pleasure only if we say so, and only if he actually asks for it. Understood?” Syuusuke shivered and groaned slightly, becoming aroused in spite of himself. Golden eyes watched as Tezuka’s words alone made Syuusuke become hard. What a revelation. Ryoma nodded his head, unable to speak.

Tezuka took up a position on Fuji’s left side, Ryoma on the right, the blue eyes wide and following their every move. Tezuka again covered both of his hands with one of his own, the fingers of Tezuka’s right hand twining with his. Although this was not necessary because of the ties, he knew the action would accentuate Fuji’s helplessness. Blue eyes closed as Tezuka kissed him, moaning slightly into the delicious mouth. Ryoma’s fingertips glided down over his arm, tracing a path over his chest and belly. The lush skin begged to be touched and Ryoma was happy to oblige. When Tezuka pulled away to place small nips and nibbles on his shoulders, Fuji felt his chin grasped gently pulling his face to the right. He found hot golden eyes looking into his own, as Ryoma’s thumb gently stroked along Fuji’s jaw. Fuji watched as Ryoma studied every inch, every curve of his face, desire etched clearly in the large bronze eyes. Ryoma took in the finely formed cheekbones, and soft lips, the creamy skin and the brilliant blue eyes, all of it coming together under a fringe of honey gilded bangs. Fuji’s breath hitched under the scrutiny. “You are so handsome, Syuusuke.” Ryoma breathed. Fuji’s belly clenched, as he suddenly wanted to be kissed by the rookie. He parted his lips in silent invitation and Ryoma slowly leaned in to them. He tilted his head and softly covered Syuusuke’s lips with his own. Ryoma kissed him gently, teasingly, with the lightest whispering touch, one kiss running into another, seemingly chaste without any hurry or use of tongue. Syuusuke soon found himself leaning up into the kisses, seeking for more pressure, wanting to feel his tongue, to taste him, as the kisses became more open. A small mewing sound came up from Syuusuke’s throat at the deliberate teasingly light kisses. Then Fuji gasped as white teeth gently caught his lower lip between them, Ryoma’s velvety tongue flicked delicately across the captured surface. Syuusuke moaned at the unexpected nip and Ryoma responded by finally kissing him hard, pushing his tongue passionately into the waiting mouth. Syuusuke shivered and groaned. Tezuka watched as his younger partner teased Syuusuke into a frenzy from the kisses alone. Watching them was so hot he felt himself getting rock hard immediately. Tezuka knew that Ryoma would not need much education at all on how to please Syuusuke, the rookie was already a natural at it.

When the kiss broke, the stoic captain motioned for the items Ryoma had brought with him and the lube. Ryoma grabbed the plastic cup and held it out to Tezuka. Fuji watched as a finely formed hand reached in and brought out a ice cube, Ryoma did the same. The sensual torment began. Ice cubes were touched to his skin, and glided along the hot flesh, melting and leaving cool water trails along the way, which were often licked up by the contrastingly hot tongues of his lovers. One icy sensation followed another, drawing torturously over his nipples, causing him to arch up and moan, followed by a sharp cry as hot lips surrounded the bud and suckled. Neither of them touched his penis. They avoided it like the plague, but in spite of that, he dribbled clear crystal from its tip. Eventually he heard Tezuka softly give more directions and Ryoma’s hot tongue licked and nipped up the inside of his thigh, agonizingly slowly headed higher. Fuji closed his eyes and rocked his hips in a silent plea which was ignored. Suddenly a hot tongue lapped at his balls, and Fuji let out a surprised squeak, followed by a long low groan, as the tongue laved him thoroughly then dropped lower to lick the sensitive perineum behind his balls, his breath becoming choppy. Suddenly the gentle attentions stopped. Fuji’s eyebrows drew together in question and he opened blue eyes when he saw Tezuka pick up the silky red ribbon from the bed. ????? Fuji’s eyes blinked. He watched Tezuka arrange himself between Fuji’s legs, when sudden pressure on his bound wrists alerted him to Ryoma above him, holding him down. Why? His eyes went round as Tezuka took the red silk ribbon and started to wrap it firmly around the base of his erection. Suddenly, Fuji distinctly heard American actor Will Smith’s voice inside his head, Oh Heeelllll, No. Fuji bucked his hips, gasping and trying to escape, “Kunimitsu! No! Please!” But Tezuka was not to be deterred and he finished it off with a simple slip knot so that it could be removed quickly when necessary. Fuji’s cock looked like a pretty present now, with it’s red ribbon and one half of a bow. Fuji closed his eyes and whimpered at the tight and full feeling his cock was giving him. He knew he would not be able to come now, no matter how he might want to unless they allowed it. He had already decided that he could make himself come even with the slightest stimulation, wanting to avoid giving Ryoma such complete control over him, but now it was useless, and he whimpered again. He was so unbelievably turned on right now, if they had simply untied his erection he would have exploded all over himself. Ryoma leaned down over him, kissing his lips and his cheeks in comforting caresses.

That was when the real torment started. Tezuka lifted his knees and pushed him up so that his tongue lapped at Fuji’s quivering hole, Syuusuke jerked and cried out. Then he eased him down and Ryoma took his place between Syuusuke’s legs, his devilish tongue licking his balls and his cock until Syuusuke was delirious before finally taking Syuusuke’s full length down into the hot mouth while Kunimitsu’s mouth and hands sucked and pulled at both of his tender nipples. After the teasingly light insubstantial touches, these deep ones were earth shattering and Syuusuke’s hips bucked uncontrollably, his breath ragged in his chest. He felt a slick finger enter his channel and Fuji eagerly welcomed it, moaning out loudly and pushing down onto the invading digit, realizing later that it was still Ryoma giving his lower half pleasure. Just as he made the realization, the clever rookie, ever the good student, grazed over Syuusuke’s pleasure spot and Syuusuke nearly flew off the bed. “Hheeehhhh!” he gasped and his body quivered as the head of his cock throbbed hard. “Oh god….aahhh…Ryoma…” The raven head sunk down onto his cock again and his finger pressed deep within him wringing even more pleasure out of the blue eyed tensai just as he had seen Syuusuke do to Kunimitsu the night before last. Syuusuke panted hotly as another finger was added and softly pressed circles around his prostate. He was so close to coming, and the feelings Ryoma was creating in his channel were so good, he needed more. Suddenly the sensations stopped and eyes flashed opened in accusation to see Kunimitsu and Ryoma both removing their towels, and kissing each other. They were both so beautiful and both hard and Fuji whimpered and pulled against his ties.

They soon came back to him, Ryoma stroked his thighs and Tezuka kissed him while his fingers twisted and pulled lightly on his nipples. He arched up at the delicious feelings, purring moans falling freely from his lips. Fuji felt his knees lifted, a hot bundle pressed against his hole, and he moaned into Kunimitsu’s mouth while rotating his hips in invitation. Syuusuke wanted it so badly now, if he had opened his eyes, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to see. The incredible heat slowly slid into him, filling him completely, caressing his walls and hitting his secret spot perfectly. “NNgh…. Aaahhhh.” He knew immediately that it was not Tezuka inside him, filling him, but Ryoma. Tezuka was decidedly larger then this. Ryoma was well proportioned and his package was pretty, but it was curved slightly and that slight curve pressed his cock firmly against Fuji’s pleasure spot. Syuusuke saw stars. He cried out and he heard Ryoma gasping above him, Tezuka was giving him instructions on how to move and not cause injury, to breathe and not loose himself, that getting lost in Syuusuke’s body is very easy. Fuji dimly thought he should be flattered by the compliment. His orgasm loomed, and he felt so close to it, he was sure if he just pushed harder he could reach it. “Ryoma! Aaiihh… eehhh….nngh.. Ahhhhh!” But the tie around him would not allow him to finish. Ryoma pushed into Syuusuke’s tight body, the incredible feeling wrung the very breath from him. Syuusuke wrapped his ankles around the boy’s hips, drawing him in deeper. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Syuusuke, as he was filled with an unbearable fire. Drops of liquid began to slowly ooze from his raging tip, he felt Ryoma caressing his insides with each stroke, then he felt a calloused hand wrap around his cock and stroke gently making him want to scream. He opened his eyes to watch as Ryoma bent over him, rocking his hips into his body. The erotic sight of the dark head tiled back in pleasure made Syuusuke’s head swim. He suddenly felt Ryoma’s cock swell within him, and knew the rookie was going to come. He wanted to feel it, he wanted to see it, so he rocked himself down with force onto the hard rod, but Ryoma suddenly pulled out of him and wrapped his hand around himself, emptying the fluid into his own hand as he moaned. Why? Syuusuke didn’t understand. He watched as the rookie got up and quickly went to the bathroom, he did not get an explanation as he suddenly found his body flipped over, Tezuka’s strong hands lifted him up into a modified doggy style position.

With his hands still bound together to the bed, he had to grab the head board to keep the ties from pulling on his wrists. Seeing his opportunity, Fuji’s hands dropped almost immediately to try to untie his erection but his captain was always one step ahead of him. Strong hands grasped his hips and pulled him backwards away from the headboard, stretching his arms out over his head again, leaving him unable to reach his own body. Syuusuke cried out in frustration, “Aahh! Tezuka! Stop!” Tezuka held him tightly to him, rubbing his hardness along Syuusuke’s ass which twitched in reaction to his proximity. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” The deep sensual voice said into his ear. Syuusuke whimpered and his cock throbbed. No, he didn’t want him to stop, he wanted Tezuka more then he wanted his next breath. “Please Kunimitsu, why are you torturing me?” He felt the firm lips kiss the shell of his ear, “You know why. Because it pleases us both. Or did you forget how our relationship started, Syuusuke?” Abruptly all the images of their tempestuous relationship came back, and the cold cruel way Tezuka had dealt with him in the beginning resurfaced as well bringing a flash of heat with it. “Did you think I had gone suddenly weak?” No, he realized. Tezuka could be soft and kind with him, but there would always be this. The threat, the heat, the domination would always be there, a tantalizing, looming possibility. Syuusuke moaned and pushed his ass against Tezuka’s cock, wanting it inside him desperately. “No.…No, never.” With his arms stretched out above his head, on his knees, with his ass tilted up for the taking, Syuusuke felt so incredibly wanton. His whole body quaked knowing he had lost to both Ryoma and Kunimitsu. He was lost heart and body and he no longer cared. He knew what would come next, what had to come next. It was inevitable, and he wanted it. Tezuka’s hands roamed freely over his captive frame, as if he owned it, and he did. He owned the soul within it as well.

Teasing his hole with the tip of his cock, he asked Syuusuke again if he wanted Tezuka to stop. Syuusuke shook his head no, gasping loudly. Ryoma watched this interplay from the corner of the bed, and even though he had just finished, his member was hard again, he thought silently that his lovers were so damned sexy it should be illegal. Golden eyes glowed as he suddenly decided he would be able to do this to Syuusuke one day. It was now a goal of his that he would work towards. Tezuka’s deep voice said, “Ask me, Syuusuke.” There they were. The words that he knew would come. But this time he was so far gone, pushed to the edge by both of his lovers. Fuji surprised them both as he gasped repeatedly “Please Kunimitsu, fuck me. I want you. Fuck me hard.” The vulgar words in the soft melodic voice ripped Tezuka’s calm façade to shreds and he ground himself into Syuusuke’s body, Syuusuke screaming in pleasure. Ryoma watched as Tezuka built up a pace, and Ryoma waited until he seemed to lose himself in the pleasure of Syuusuke’s body before Ryoma carefully slid himself under Syuusuke’s belly and wrapped his mouth around the tensai’s leaking cock. Syuusuke bucked and screamed helplessly at the new sensation. Ryoma had been prepared for it, he had placed his fist around the base of the straining erection to prevent being choked. He sucked diligently on Syuusuke’s cock while Tezuka plowed relentlessly into him from behind, one finely formed hand teased one of Syuusuke’s nipples. Syuusuke’s eye sight bled to white as the incredible feelings surrounded him. Thoughts no longer reached him as his entire being became a singular mass of sensation. Ryoma listened to Tezuka’s voice making sexy gasps and he waited, licking the pretty, tied up cock. Tezuka suddenly said loudly “Ryoma! Now.” Tezuka was getting close to coming and Ryoma quickly pulled the ribbon lose from Syuusuke’s cock, using his other hand to continue the stroking. The effect was immediate. The tensai bucked and arched back against his ties as far as he was able as his orgasm crashed through him. No cry ever left his mouth as he came so hard it left no room for it, his lips opened silently. The tidal wave made his hole clench down on Tezuka’s rod, making the stoic beauty cry out as he climaxed with the tensai, pouring his seed into the hot body. Ryoma grinned evilly.

Fuji had no memory of what followed. However it was a bit dicey, bordering on dangerous for the other two for a few moments. Fuji didn’t have the decency to wait for Ryoma to crawl out from under him before he passed out. With his last spasm, consciousness left him and his body fell away from Tezuka’s hold on him, squashing the younger boy’s dark head beneath h is weight, under his torso and pushing his face into the bed, leaving Ryoma kicking feebly, unable to breathe and slightly bruised. Syuusuke’s arms were pulled back behind his head, at an unnatural angle in the ties that were still attached to the headboard. Tezuka had to roughly pull Echizen out from under Fuji’s prone body, then the two of them had to hold up the tensai’s limp dead weight and turn him over to lay him down before they could even think about untying him. When it came right down to it, they both collapsed on the bed to catch their breath before they bothered to untie their partner. He was sleeping soundly anyway and Ryoma was traumatized by his near brush with death. More specifically, his near brush with death by suffocation under a tied up, naked boy’s belly, and covered in semen - on his captain’s bed. How the hell would Tezuka explain THAT to his parents? He startled to chuckle as he realized the absurdity of considering his own demise just to see how his stoic captain would be able to handle it. Hazel eyes regarded him in question and he chuckled too when Ryoma said he wanted to see how his captain would explain his untimely end under a naked, tied, Fuji. Eventually they gathered themselves and untied the prodigy from the headboard. Kunimitsu and Ryoma shared the shower for once. They helped to wash each other gently. The soft kisses and caresses under the warm water were the first experience Ryoma had of what it was truly like to be with Tezuka as a caring boyfriend, with all his walls down, and the inner beauty shining gently thru, not just as his stoic captain or his powerful lover. It was calm, and peaceful, and caring without being overly sweet. Ryoma fell in love with him all over again. Tezuka dried himself off and tossed Ryoma a towel, but rather then stay in the bathroom with him, Tezuka watched the large golden eyes search out a clean towel, run water to the right temperature, and submerge the towel in it, then wringing it out. He turned without a word, grabbing a soft dry one from the rack as he went back inside the bedroom. Tezuka followed at a slower pace, hazel eyes following the careful, gentle movements as Ryoma cleaned and inspected every inch of Syuusuke’s body for damage, knowing that was exactly what they had done for him, and his heart swelled painfully in his chest as he watched the dark haired boy in his lovingly delivered task.

Tezuka turned and went back into the bathroom for a short moment so that Ryoma would not see the sappy tears gathering brilliantly in the hazel eyes. Seeing the care they gave to each other, and obviously to him while he was unconscious made Tezuka’s heart hurt. This was what it was about. The sex was amazing, that was true. There was still so much for them to explore together as 3 and also individually within that group. But it was the unexpected bond, filled with love and concern that truly meant something. This kind of united front against all comers was rare. It was more then desire or common interests, it was safe haven. An oasis from the world. As he blinked the tears away and retrieved a towel to help Ryoma, he prayed fervently that this would last. He had always imagined a tennis career with a wife and child, but he would turn from that without pause to keep this. What did it matter who you loved as long as they loved you back?

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Syuusuke opened blue eyes to the harsh morning sun, blinking and rubbing them as he heard the raised commotion coming from the sitting room beyond the bedroom door. He decided he must be imagining it so he wrapped his arms around Ryoma again, who was spooned into his body, put his face back into the sweet smelling dark hair and tried to go back to sleep. One fingertip tapped him insistently on his arm, Ryoma gaining his attention as Eiji burst into the bedroom with Atobe trying to hold him back by his shirt, followed by a very hesitant Oishi. All 3 invaders stopped short as they entered the room, Atobe smiling silently, Eiji’s sapphire eyes blinking hugely with his mouth open and Oishi trying desperately not to look while his face blushed a very dark red. Three pairs of eyes took in the scene. Tezuka sat up, pulling the sheet more firmly around his hips. He had been on the far end of the bed, sleeping on his back, while Fuji and Echizen were cuddled together. “Tezuka, buchou. I tried to stop them when I learned the desk had given them the room key but I came too late.” Tezuka’s eyes cut to Eiji, looking fierce. “It’s alright, Atobe. It’s not your fault that Kikumaru believes he should have access to my private hotel suite anytime he wishes.” Eiji stammered, “But Tezuka! I thought something was wrong!” Tezuka huffed as he sat up, grabbed a towel from the floor and draped it around his hips before standing to his full height. “Kikumaru, each morning you have done the same thing. So was it your never ending curiosity or the need to impose your will upon others that made you feel you could disrupt my sleep for the second morning in a row?” Eiji backed away, blinking fearfully. Oishi mumbled he was sorry.

Atobe stood in frank admiration. Tezuka wore that towel as if he were fully dressed, completely throwing Eiji on the defensive while refusing to even give credence to the strange sleeping arrangements he had been caught in. The man was a marvel. He didn’t know if even ore-sama could pull off what Tezuka had just managed with as much confidence. Atobe crossed his arms and smiled widely as Fuji and Echizen pulled themselves out of bed. They took the sheet with them again, and Atobe wondered how Tezuka kept control of two lovers like them. Fuji said around a yawn, “Oh leave Eiji alone, Tezuka. It was likely a combination of both those things. He can’t help it.” He stepped forward to lift his lips to Tezuka, who kissed him without a second’s thought. Eiji blinked. A small smile of satisfaction hovered around his lips as he assumed his friend had won Tezuka. Ryoma clutched his end of the sheet, “Hey wait up, Syuusuke.” Echizen tilted his face up to the firm lips as he passed and again Tezuka kissed his younger partner without a moments hesitation. Eiji blinked twice, with his mouth dropped opened. Oishi hid his face in his hand. Atobe grinned widely. He liked the way Tezuka kissed his lovers, without apology to anyone. Atobe suddenly had a fierce desire to have someone in his life as solid as Tezuka. As loving as the 3 of them were with each other. It surprised him really, since Atobe mostly relied on Atobe. Syuusuke had paused on his way to the bathroom, waiting for Ryoma to catch up with his end of the sheet. Fuji caught the golden eye wink at him so he smiled slightly and knew what was coming as Ryoma leaned up to plant a lingering kiss on the tensai’s lips before they went together into the shower. Tezuka’s eyes went round, so did Atobe’s for exactly the same reason. Atobe realized it must be fun to be them. Tezuka turned to the window briefly on a pretense of closing the blinds. Truly it was to hide the silly grin that he couldn’t stop from creeping across his face when the 2 kissed on purpose just to screw around with Eiji. The loud thump and Oishi’s exclamation made Tezuka turn around quickly enough to see Oishi rush to Eiji who had fainted onto the floor. Tezuka merely blinked at the out cold red head, not moving a muscle to help in any way. Atobe similarly raised his eyebrows wondering how poor Oishi would handle this. Tezuka heard Atobe’s deep sensual voice, “Ne, Tezuka? Do you think this will stop Kikumaru from storming your hotel room next time?” Tezuka’s lips curved slightly as he teased his host, “We will have to go to a more refined property next time, with a better security force.” Atobe’s eyebrows drew down at the teasing, “Pft. Next time I will make sure it is Eiji’s room adjoining yours.” When he saw Tezuka’s eyes go comically wide, he laughed, “Unless you want that to happen, I will expect a written formal apology for your remark, and for making Atobe Keigo run interference for you all weekend.” He smiled at Tezuka as he left the room. Tezuka watched the handsome rich boy go, thinking that it was a shame they didn’t see more of him. He kind of grew on you.

Seigaku headed home after saying goodbye and thank you to Atobe and Kabaji and the rest of Hyotei for an incredible weekend. They split up at the school for their walks home, the 3 didn’t get another moment alone from the time Eiji had barged into the suite, but they didn’t need it. The time they spent had been wonderful, they would all be together for practice tomorrow and they would just need to find time alone in the coming weeks. Ryoma closed the door to his house, and sat down to remove his shoes when his father came to greet him holding an airmail letter. He said it was a love letter, but from the sneaky look on his father’s face, he knew what it was. It was from America, from the US Open, and his father wanted him to go. Within minutes of being home his whole world had just fallen apart. Ryoma said nothing, he kept his face placid until he got up the stairs to his room where he cuddled Karupin and cried his heart out. He had wanted the US Open, he had. But that was before he had made so many new friends at Seigaku. Before he had promised to be the pillar of support for the team to the one man who mattered more then anything to him. Before he had fallen in love. First with Kunimitsu and now he suspected, with Syuusuke as well. If he went he would not only lose the nationals, but he might not be allowed to come back to Japan. He couldn’t lose them, he sobbed. Not now. Please not now.