Don't Hide

Tezuka walked into his house, greeted his mother, grabbed some food and headed up to his room to do his homework. 2 hours later, a biology book went flying across the room finely formed fingers gently took the glasses off his face placing them on the desk, while the other hand gently massaged the bridge of his nose. He needed a shower and some sleep. He couldn’t concentrate. He kept thinking of Echizen, what was he doing now? Was he angry? Hurt - At Tezuka leaving so abruptly? At his refusal to talk to him about what happened between them? How could he talk to him about it? He didn’t know what to think about it himself. He felt guilty for taking advantage of Ryoma’s aroused state, not to mention his being tied and helpless, probably still half drugged. Yet, the boy had been fully awake when he told him in Tezuka’s bedroom that it was the only good thing that happened to him. Echizen had kissed the palm of his hand. Shaking his head to clear it of the insistent thoughts he crossed the room to his private bathroom. He locked the door; shed his clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. Stepped into the hot spray allowing the cleansing water to run thru his golden brown hair, tilting his face backwards into the stream. Lancing down his body the water caressed broad muscled shoulders, sliding down a beautifully carved chest and abdomen, trim hips and long lean legs, all formed in the passionate pursuit of tennis. The fact that Tezuka had an amazing body was seldom completely concealed by his daily attire. Clothes couldn’t totally blot out the strong shoulders, or tight powerful ass. However, even the rabid female populace would have been delighted by just how nicely put together he really was. Even his decidedly male parts were very pretty, nicely shaped, well portioned, and that had nothing to do with tennis. No amount of working out had ever helped those areas on a man.
Stepping under the streaming hot water, he released a private, almost indulgent sigh. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he let the water run over his face as he tried to let his thoughts go blank. But one face kept filling his mind... the smirking, defiant eyes, golden bronze, tip tilted and sexy, would not leave him alone.

The images surfaced so vividly. He could almost taste the air of the metal storage shed. He could almost still smell the musty odor, then Echizen’s own unique scent, remember the sensation of his smooth skin shivering so prettily under his fingertips. The intense golden gaze fixed on him with raw desire in his mind’s eye, and Tezuka gasped as a sudden heat rushed through his body, the image of lips slightly parted, begging for his mouth to take them sent him another jolt, causing him to groan and take a ragged breath.

"Ryoma..." Tezuka didn't notice or care that he'd said the name aloud, or that his hand had moved to slide gracefully down his body, tracing the lines of hard muscle on his chest and stomach, then slowly lower.... Ryoma’s moans echoed in his ears, and Tezuka clenched his teeth, shaking his head as if to rid it of the persistent sounds. Another tremor ripped through his body, focusing in his groin as he pictured the image of him bound to that chair, watching Ryoma helpless and drained in his makeshift prison... yet with his eyes still gazing upward into his own with fiery passion and need. “Tezuka, please don’t leave me like this. I ache.”

It was almost a surprise to Tezuka when he felt his hand wrap boldly around his quickening erection. “Ryoma...” he repeated, his voice harsh- rough with lust as he began to move his fingers over himself. I want to possess everything you are... The hot water sluiced over his skin, making even the gentle but insistent strokes on his cock tug and pull nearly painfully.

Tezuka struggled to take in breath, tilting his head back under the hot spray. Of course, he'd indulged in this activity before, like any other hormone-driven youth, but never had it been so intense, nor had the impetus been the same... not that it mattered. At the moment his entire existence had a bratty grin and amber eyes. Groaning, he reached out and grabbed the bar of soap, coating his hand with the slick substance before lowering it again to pump his arousal more insistently. The soap allowed his fingers to slide more easily over his hard flesh, and he gasped in near-startled pleasure. Moaning, Tezuka leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, golden brown hair falling loosely around his face, jerking himself harder and faster as he gave in and let the mental images wash over him like the water raining down from above. Ryoma would never stand a chance if I got my hands on his body again. He wanted to see those amber eyes glaze over again with pleasure. His mouth wanted to taste everything that was Ryoma, his hands to touch him, violate him in places no one had before, the same hand currently rubbing frantically over his cock. "Ryo... ma," Tezuka choked out, his voice cracked with a groan as another shudder of pleasure rippled through him.

Unbidden, a new image flared behind his eyelids. He almost gagged as another rush left him trembling, harder than he had ever been before. Ryoma, naked beneath him, hot and vibrant, groaning and calling his name “Kunimitsu!” while Tezuka drove into him furiously.

"Fu... Fuc-aaaahh!" His body began to move in time with his breath and strokes, hips snapping forward to meet his fist. He wanted it so much, Ryoma's body gripped around him tightly, his fingernails raking red gashes down Tezuka's back. Clear crystal droplets leaked heavily from Tezuka’s erection swirling to be lost in the cascading water... he was so close, his body aching for release from this torture.

The scenario shifted again. This time Tezuka was on his back, Ryoma above him, biting at his chest as he rocked into Tezuka's vulnerable body. With every thrust he hit something inside of him that caused him to cry out with pleasure. Ryoma watched him lazily through amber eyes, smirking and moaning as Tezuka screamed his name.

In a violent lurch, the knot in Tezuka's stomach let loose. He groaned hoarsely into the quiet patter of water, body convulsing and thrumming in pleasure as his seed spurted over his hand, stomach and the tile wall before slowly dispersing in the stream.

Panting harshly, Tezuka held his hand out under the water, watching the whitish fluid wash away. He shivered... where had those final images come from? He had never wanted another man in that way, not in the slightest. Obviously, Ryoma was different. Very different, because even now as the images faded, he knew it was not a trick of the mind. He wanted that from the golden eyed boy. He wanted to be his lover. Wanted to feel what it was like to be inside him, to even have Ryoma take him as well. And he was damned for it. What was he going to do? How was he going to be able to treat the prodigy normally ever again? What if anyone ever found out what had happened between them? He was afraid of that. Frowning, he reached for the soap again and began to wash himself, trying to work out the problem in his head. He would just forget about those mental pictures... the imagined feel of Ryoma's bare skin beneath his hands... the heat of him inside his body... no. He couldn’t forget. He knew he couldn’t. But he could ignore it. For now.