There Comes a Time

Morning practices were canceled due to rain. Tezuka found he had to quell a very distinct feeling of disappointment as he looked out his window, he hoped fiercely that the rain would let up for afternoon practice. Tezuka had spent much of last night in introspection, a firm believer in self examination. Tezuka was not perfect, though he might seem to be, and he often got things wrong, but he did try nevertheless. Inner reflection proved that while half of him was still ragingly angry and wanted to systematically break down his team mate- to see those tears again, he also realized that he was looking forward to another Fuji performance. If yesterday’s events hadn’t broken the tensai, then perhaps persistence would wear him down.
Tezuka did not take his normal seat next to Fuji in their Trigonometry class. Fuji wore his normally smiling mask until Tezuka had passed his desk and sat down, then he allowed the mask to slip away, sad flat eyes staring at a broad shouldered back. The coming afternoon practice pressed heavily upon Fuji. He had always looked forward to tennis practice at Seigaku, especially with Tezuka. Tezuka had always motivated him, made him reach, strive. Now he dreaded it knowing he would be made a fool of on the court again, and then made to perform like some cheap deviant little sex slave when all the others had gone. The images of Tezuka’s eyes watching him had followed him into his dreams last night, awakening in the morning with tears stinging his eyes. The shower scene was humiliating and it hurt, but what hurt more was the loss of his friend. He truly loved Tezuka, and had long ago decided he would take whatever crumbs the tall catlike captain was able to give. He never had any illusions that Tezuka would be able to return his feelings, in fact, the girl Tezuka was currently dating would rip Fuji’s eyes out of his skull if she had any clue that Fuji felt that way about her Kunimitsu, so Fuji had been happy to be his friend. Now he had lost that too, the weight of that loss threatened to make Fuji hysterical, as he fought the tears that rose once again. Rising unsteadily, he excused himself and went to the men’s room, Tezuka glanced over his shoulder to see the tensai shuffle out of the room, looking lifeless. Tezuka’s left hand jerked in an almost unconscious response, bracing on the desk as if to push the rest of the body out of the seat, to get up and go after Fuji. The brief moment of concern was a left over from their long standing friendship, Tezuka rationalized. Tezuka’s eyebrows drew together, returning his attention to the lecture, however he did not fully relax again until Fuji returned to the class.
The team gathered and changed for practice, Fuji wearing a bright smile. Momoshiro and Echizen worriedly watched him sensing something was wrong, however Eiji was not content to watch from the sidelines as he bounded up to his friend. “Fuji-ko! Are you okay? Hoi, you look tired.” Deep sapphire eyes laced with concern as he looked over his friend’s face. Fuji smiled and hugged the lovable Eiji, “I am fine Eiji. Just tired, I am not sleeping well.” Eiji tried again, “What happened with Tezuka yesterday? Why is he so mad?” Fuji’s back stiffened, giving Eiji the distinct impression he had asked his friend the wrong question, “It is nothing, he is trying to teach me a lesson. Let it be.” Fuji grabbed his racket and walked out of the locker room, Eiji more concerned then he was before. The team gathered and did their normal warm ups and sets of laps, Inui waiting with his penal-teas. Fuji continued to run laps even after everyone else had stopped, drawing the eyes of all the regulars, including rampant speculation as those eyes slid covertly to their team captain, who seemed for all the world as if he hadn’t noticed any of it. “Echizen.” Ryoma glanced at the captain, and then at Fuji sweating and still running as he grabbed his racket. Those large golden cat eyes as usual, missed nothing. “Yes buchou….” Seeming to know exactly what would be asked of him, he followed Tezuka to the court they had used the day before and began play. This time, when Fuji had finished running, he wordlessly wiped the sweat with his towel, grabbed his racket and appeared at Echizen’s side between plays, smiling serenely. Echizen saw Fuji standing there and knew he was going to take Ryoma’s place against Tezuka, but the golden eyed boy uncharacteristically hesitated for a second, noting the ashen appearance of his senpai. Fuji lightly grasped his arm as if to say it’s ok, and wordlessly turned calm blue eyes to his captain while Echizen slowly left the court. Tezuka again took no prisoners. Fuji panted and strained, Tezuka seeming to push him to his limits, to wait until he was almost falling down before finally hammering in a point. He beat him soundly again, then the whole team lined up for reaction training, Oishi serving colored balls, while Inui stood grinning evilly, waiting with Penal-tea. Fuji was so tired and breathing so hard he didn’t even bother to take the court, he just called out ‘Aka!” knowing full well the ball was not red but blue, he wordlessly grabbed Inui’s drink, downing it in one long gulp. Leaving Inui looking bewildered at the ball still in Oishi’s hand, not even having been served. Fuji turned and retreated to the lockers. As soon as he was sure his retreating back was all the team could see, Fuji allowed a few small gasps and a whimper to escape, tears welling up unshed. He wordlessly sat in the locker room on the benches, calming himself until the rest of the team filed in, Eiji appearing in front of him, concern written clearly over every inch of his body. Fuji thought briefly that he would have done better to have fallen in love with the sweet and affectionate Eiji then with Tezuka, and also that Oishi was lucky to have him. Fuji smiled at his friend, “Ne, Eiji. I’m fine. Go home, I’ll see you Monday.” Eiji glanced over his shoulder at Oishi, then turned to leave with his team mate and lover, neither of them bothering to change to go home.
Fuji undressed, wrapped himself in a towel and headed to the showers, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the tall muscular form of Tezuka, tight hips wrapped in a towel just leaving the showers, shaggy golden brown hair wet, and looking impossibly sexy. They both paused eyeing each other before wordlessly continuing on their way, Fuji to shower, Tezuka to change. As Fuji adjusted the water temperature he could not help but go over in his mind’s eye, the long lines of Tezuka’s body. Naturally broad chest and shoulders, tight trim hips and a powerful ass, all topped off with a finely featured handsome face with lips and eyes to die for. Tezuka was simply stunning and yet the captain seemed to have no knowledge of it. Finishing with his shower, he toweled off quickly and was just turning around, to find Tezuka with his hands in his pockets, leaning casually on the door frame watching his every movement, his hair towel dried and barely finger-combed, uniform shirt hanging open as if he had abandoned the task in order to come to the showers. Fuji’s eyes slowly opened, his face calm and resigned. They wordlessly stared at each other for a moment more, then Fuji thought perhaps he would be able to get a word in edge-wise and sincerely apologize to Tezuka. Tezuka knew Fuji for far too long, knew his mannerisms. When he saw the delicate lips open as if to say something he pulled the small bottle from his pocket and tossed it on the floor. Fuji had not even been able to get his name out, “Tez…-“ when he saw the bottle slide across the floor to his feet. He wordlessly stared at it, then slowly, gracefully bent to pick it up. He was about to sit down on the floor as he had been told to yesterday when Tezuka said tonelessly, “Against the wall. Like you did the first time.” Fuji searched his face for a second then turned and walked to the far wall, turning the shower heads back on, positioned himself with his shoulders leaning against the wall as he had been that first day that Tezuka had walked in on him, the warm water sluicing down the front of his body. Blue eyes flashed dangerously as Fuji poured the contents of the little bottle into his hand, then with a nasty flick, tossed it back across the room to Tezuka’s feet. “Hoi, You’ll need to refill that.” Noting with satisfaction how Tezuka’s arched eyebrows twitched at his biting words. Tezuka was again surprised by Fuji’s resilience. However the tensai still complied with his wishes. Tezuka watched as Fuji touched his own body, and worked his cock into rigid life, taking Tezuka’s along for the ride. Seigaku’s captain was surprised how quickly he was becoming affected, getting hard right from the beginning watching the graceful form run his hands up and down his own body. As Fuji grasped and pulled on his own willing flesh, Tezuka found this time was different. Fuji’s eyes watched Tezuka more then he did yesterday, just his mere presence seeming to make the masturbating boy turned on even more. ‘How can that be?’ the question loomed unanswered in Tezuka’s mind as Fuji’s body started to arch and stretch, seeming to really enjoy whatever he was imagining behind closed eyes. Fuji imagined Tezuka’s hands upon him, it was his stroking him, making him gasp and come helplessly. A long purring moan came from Fuji’s throat, the sound making the hairs on Tezuka’s neck stand on end, his cock throb painfully. This time as Fuji approached his orgasm, his free hand which had been bracing himself against the wall, sought out his nipple, making him writhe in pleasure. Tezuka could tell Fuji was close to coming, from tilting his head back, to his body’s movements Tezuka was shocked to find that he was so close himself just from watching Fuji, if he so much as touched himself once, he’d explode. Words fell from Fuji’s gasping lips, “Mmnn…. Aahhh…. Yes….Tezuka…… please…..Aaaahh!” Tezuka watched as Fuji’s whole body lengthened and tightened as he came. Tezuka almost came with him. His eyes drank in everything. He watched as Fuji slowly came back down to earth, as his breathing evened out and the pleasure faded from his face, blue eyes opening to find his own. Fuji turned the water off, then locked hazel eyes with his own, tears welled up yet again in the blue depths, but Tezuka was surprised to see a steely look come into them. “I will not do this again. I don’t believe you would try to hurt me like that.” It was now Fuji’s turn at surprise when a small smile graced Tezuka’s lips, as he merely pointed to his right where on the top of the shower wall sat a small video camera Fuji had not seen. Tezuka calmly walked over to it taking it down, switching it off. Hazel eyes bored into him. Tezuka had tricked Fuji into giving him all the proof he needed. Fear, sadness and disbelief quickly replaced the steel that had been there moments before. Softly Tezuka said, “Fuji. Rest well this weekend. You will need it for Monday.” Hazel eyes briefly looked at the small bottle that was on the floor at his feet, then back up to Fuji meaningfully, “I will buy a larger one.” Tezuka turned and walked out of the room. The next sound he heard made chills race up the captain’s spine. The sound was Fuji screaming, “No! No! Tezuka!” then loud heartbroken sobs. Halfway to his locker to get his things, Tezuka halted in his tracks, feeling the unfamiliar sting of tears rising to his eyes, and an urge to go back and comfort his friend, but the memory of those blue eyes laced with steel, about to deny his wishes stopped him. ‘He was going to oppose me. …. I win again.”
Tezuka made the trek home in record time. He tossed his things on the bed in his room and immediately went into the shower, needing desperately to wash himself. He felt dirty somehow even after his shower in the locker room. Fuji’s eyes swimming with tears continued to occupy his fevered brain, the lovely body, head thrown back in ecstasy would not allow him to rest. He refused to pay any attention to his lower half. To the almost overwhelming need to come. He turned the cold water on, foregoing even a hint of warmth and showered quickly before more images could assault him. Other then the video camera, this plan had failed miserably. There was no actual video tape. It was a ruse. He wanted Fuji to believe there was one, but there wasn’t. He would never be able to destroy Fuji that way no matter how angry he had been. The first day he thought he might be able to, he was truly that mad, but now….. no. Still he could not deny his own growing and very real fascination with the tensai. And thanks to a simple trick, a slight of hand, he had him firmly back where he wanted. Tezuka knew his friend would not sit by for long allowing anyone to dominate him without a fight. Fuji might be considered the genius, but Tezuka always knew his opponents, had planned for Fuji’s eventual defiance. Therefore the small camera made a perfect weapon. It made Tezuka smile slightly that Fuji had gotten his bearings again so quickly, standing up to him.
An evil thought occurred to him as he quickly toweled himself off. ‘Syuusuke wasn’t humiliated because I only forced him to do something he already does and seems to enjoy anyway.’ Aside from his desire to salve his damaged pride, Tezuka now had a real desire to find out how far he could push the tensai. Tezuka walked to his personal desk, flipped open his laptop computer and after a ridiculously small amount of searching brought up a website called bootyparlor.com. The sheer amount of obscene items made the straight-laced Tezuka reel. Still, he was determined, and warmed to his task. Finding the 2 items he was specifically looking for, he clicked [add to basket] quickly, when an advertisement for a 3rd item caught his eye, Tezuka clicked on it and a new window opened explaining a most deviant little device. It was slightly costly, but he clicked [add to basket] anyway, then checked out asking for rush processing. Tezuka went to sleep that night with a small smile gracing his lips. Monday would be the start of a very interesting week.