Catch My Fall

Chapter 9: Every single day, and every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you.

The phone was ringing again, but Tezuka not only wouldn't pick it up, he refused to acknowledge that he heard it in the first place. He didn't care who was calling, or what the person wanted, because if the person wasn't in his room, in his bed, he didn't really care what they had to say.

"Tezuka." He clenched his eyes so they wouldn't open and held on to Fuji more tightly than before. He didn't want anything to interrupt them. He could feel the trickle of annoyance creep into his skin as the ringing of the phone started again.

"Te-Tezuka," Fuji said softly. He opened his eyes to look at Fuji then. Tezuka could see Fuji's eyes, half-closed, his, lips partially open, and his skin, softly glowing under the soft moonlight that had filtered into the room. It made him want to tune the rest of the world out even more.

Fuji leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek before reaching over to grab the phone. "Answer it."

Frowning, Tezuka took the phone from Fuji, and said, "Hello."

It was Atobe. He wasn't surprised. Fuji looked down at him curiously, but made no move to get off of his lap or stop moving his hips as slowly as he had been before the phone began to incessantly ring. He curled his hand around one of Fuji's knees, thumb moving in a slow circle as he tried to not let his voice betray his actions.

"What do you want, Atobe?" Tezuka grimaced in his semi-reclined position before Fuji shifted the pillow behind him until he was comfortable. Nodding his thanks, Tezuka turned his half-attention back to the phone call.

"You might have called, Tezuka." Atobe began serenely, but Tezuka could hear the worry in his tone.

"Hm."

"Just a quick call to say, 'Atobe, don't worry. Fuji's fine and I'm about to fuck him against the nearest hard surface, got to go bye' or something similar."

"Atobe." Tezuka really hated the way he talked ever since he'd met Echizen.

"Tezuka." The voice was annoying to him, but it no longer belonged to Atobe.

"Echizen." What he did to deserve this phone call, he'd really like to know.

Tezuka frowned. Echizen was hardly a better conversationalist than he was. "I'm thrilled that you've finally popped your cherry, Tezuka, but some of us have better things to do than wait to for the phone call confirmation."

Rolling his eyes, he sighed into the mouthpiece. Atobe must have really been worried or Echizen wouldn't have said anything. "I wa-," Tezuka began before he thought the better of stating he wasn't a virgin to begin with, because it gave away far too much information. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes, "Put Atobe back on."

"So," Atobe said as soon as the phone was passed back to him, "how was he?"

Tezuka decided that he never ever wanted to hear that question so long as he lived ever again. Just as he was about to attempt to distract Atobe from that infuriating line of questioning, Fuji plucked the phone from his hand, pressing down on him while clenching around him hard, before he answered for him.

"If you don't stop calling, he'll never find out, now, will he?" Fuji winked at him as he spoke.

Just then the smile on Fuji's face got wider. "Atobe!"

He frowned. It couldn't be a good thing whatever Atobe was saying because Fuji's cheeks turned a fetching shade of pink and his lips curled up in genuine amusement.

"No, I don't have one on me at the moment." Fuji lifted his hand to partially cover his lips as if trying to prevent the laughter from spilling out. "I refuse to…It's occupied… No, I won't…Tezuka won't let you…I still say no…You can't make me…Ask him, if you want to know…For the last time, I refuse to get any sort of measuring device."

Tezuka looked up in shock at the last sentence. He glared at Fuji, and attempted to get the phone away from him. Fuji shook his head, clenched around him, ran his fingernails down his chest before he gave up on the phone entirely.

"Atobe! Is Echizen that unsatisfying that you feel the need to obsess over Tezuka's sex life?" Fuji asked in a mock serious tone. "Or," Fuji's smile became just a little wicked and Tezuka contemplated throwing the phone against the wall before he fucked Fuji into it, "are you so unsatisfying that Echizen won't put out anymore?"

Tezuka decided that any embarrassment would have been worth it just to see the look on Atobe's face. For the first time in his life, he hoped Atobe had his personal camcorder on. Perhaps he could bribe Echizen…

Tezuka looked back just in time to see Fuji tapping his chin with a finger as he pondered whatever it was that Atobe was saying. "Just one hint? And you promise to stop calling? Fine…Are you sure? I doubt Tezuka would like that...Fine…Which do you want first?"

Not liking the sound of the conversation, Tezuka once more tried to dislodge Fuji from his lap, and only received a snap of Fuji's hips in response. Fuji, Tezuka noted as he felt his brain once more fall south, did not fight fairly.

"I," Fuji began as he rolled his hips again, "have no complaints. I wonder if Echizen can say the same."

"Fuji," he said, hoping that the phone call would just end before Atobe got anymore material. Fuji looked down at him. "Atobe, as delightful as this conversation has been, Tezzie-chan is far more interesting than you."

Tezuka glared, albeit ineffectually, at Fuji for calling him that name. It was Atobe's fault, that was clear, and it bothered him that he didn't mind it so much when it was Fuji calling him that. This, Tezuka thought, could never be known by anyone else ever.

Smirking, Fuji placed the phone back on its charger before giving his complete attention back to Tezuka. Instead of saying another word, Fuji braced his hands on the wall just above his pillow, and began to rock on top of him as his lips and teeth ran wetly down his neck. Tezuka couldn't stop his gasp in response to the sudden speed in movement. Tezuka craned his neck until he could reach Fuji's face, plundering Fuji's mouth with his own. He fingers gripped Fuji's hips tightly as he moved him down against his thrusts. He pushed up a little more on the bed with his foot, until he was sitting up straighter and then he watched as Fuji's eyes widened as he gasped at the change of angle.

Moaning into his mouth, Fuji hands slipped from the wall and onto his shoulders as he deliberately kept thrusting against the spot Tezuka knew he was touching inside. When Fuji came, his whole body reacted. His eyes closed and his mouth would only hang slightly open, his cheeks flushed and his body would tense. His fingers clenched down on whatever was beneath them, that time it happened to be Tezuka's shoulders, and he could feel Fuji's knees squeezing his sides and toes curled against his calves. It was so mesmerizing, so fucking beautiful, that Tezuka forgot his own needs as he stared at Fuji's body as it strained and clenched before it fell boneless on top of him.

Seconds later, Fuji began to move again, languidly, biting at his skin until he felt his world explode as he spilled himself inside of Fuji. He quickly disposed of the condom before he cleaned both of them with a hand towel he had left on his side table. Not even a minute after he'd tossed the cloth back onto the floor, Fuji was cradling him, kissing his back once before falling asleep. He looked down at his abdomen, at the hand that held him close, and placed his own hand over it, threading their fingers together before he let himself close his eyes.


He wasn't exactly sure what time it was, but he was sure that he didn't want to be awake. Pulling the sheet up and over his head, Tezuka tried to ignore the sunlight or whatever time was on the clock, and instead focused on Fuji, who was still wrapped around him like a vine.

"Tezuka," Fuji murmured quietly against his back. He twitched as puffs of Fuji's breath tickled his skin. "Kunimitsu."

Knowing that if he didn't answer, certain names best left forgotten would be used, he decided to answer. "Syusuke."

He could feel the smile against his back. "It's eleven in the morning."

Only one word could describe how he felt then. Panicked. He hoped out of bed, keenly aware of Fuji's eyes watching him as he hurried, completely naked, around the room. He pulled out some clothes, checked the time—it was still eleven— called Atobe to let him know that he was coming in soon, rolled his eyes as he set down the phone, and went into the bathroom. He was only in there for a minute before he went back in his bedroom, tossed the blankets and sheet off of his bed, stared at Fuji's arse for a few minutes before he tugged on Fuji's hand, leading him to the bathroom. They were both late and, in theory, sharing a shower would save time. It had absolutely nothing to do with seeing, and feeling, Fuji wet and naked for the next twenty minutes.

Tezuka held Fuji's hand as they walked to work. It was a pleasant day and, for some reason, he was filled with all the nervous headiness that he thought only happened to teen-agers on their first dates. However, he mused as he tugged Fuji closer to him, he didn't mind the feeling at all. It was something he never really felt before and, judging by the smile on Fuji's face, neither did he. Since he was already late, and Atobe, he knew, would assume that they were off shagging somewhere, he decided that they could take a few minutes to get a coffee from the café.

"Tezuka," Fuji said in a quiet voice as they waited for their order. "The first time I came here was the night I arrived back in Japan. I sat in here in the corner booth and drank what had to be the worst coffee in my life as I waited for Yumiko to come and pick me up."

Taking their coffees, Tezuka led them to that very booth and sat down. "If it was so terrible, why did you come back?" Tezuka was of the firm belief that there were few sins greater than making bad coffee.

"The day of my audition, I was walking down the streets waiting for the time to pass when I saw the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on go into this very building. I was willing to get another terrible coffee just so I could see him up close."

Tezuka could feel his cheeks flame in response. "Was the bad coffee worth this glimpse?"

Smiling at him, Fuji let his fingertips dance over the back of his hand. "The coffee wasn't that bad. And he looked even better up close. I was already making plans to come back here the next day when I met him again in an unexpected place."

"He should consider himself lucky, then," Tezuka mumbled as he looked down at their hands. He wasn't used to these sorts of feelings, or anyone making him feel so wanted. Most people were intimidated by him, or annoyed him so much that he wished he could intimidate them.

Fuji took his hand and kissed the back of it. "I think I'm the lucky one."

Feeling decidedly uncomfortable albeit incredibly pleased, Tezuka got to his feet, and pulled Fuji to his. "We should get to work before Atobe gets any more ideas than he likely already has."

Squeezing his hand, Fuji nodded and followed him out of the door. They had barely reached the club when they realised something was wrong. There was a police car parked outside of the building. He felt Fuji tense behind him, and looked back to see the normally pale skin positively ashen.

He didn't let go of Fuji's hand as he walked toward the four figures that were standing in front of the building.

"TEZUKA!" He barely had time to react when an exuberant redhead in a police uniform had bounded on top of him, giving him a large bear hug.

"Eiji!" He looked over to see his old friend Oishi standing there with his eyebrows raised at his partner. Kikumaru let him go with a sigh, and walked back over to Oishi.

"Tezuka, how are you? How have you been? Who's this? He's cute! Are you dating?" Kikumaru asked at a rapid pace.

"Eiji, that's too personal," Oishi reprimanded before turning his attention back to Tezuka. "How is everything, Tezuka? Too bad we couldn't be meeting on better terms."

"Kikumaru, Oishi, this," he said as he placed his hand on the small of Fuji's back, "is Fuji Syusuke." He didn't feel the need to explain their relationship, because Oishi knew him well enough to know the significance of his voluntary closeness.

He turned his attention to Atobe and Echizen, who both had frowns on their faces. "What happened?"

Atobe shifted from foot to foot in an uncommon show of nervousness. "Someone broke into the club."

Kikumaru spoke up then. "Yes, we just got here when you showed up. We haven't had a chance to look inside yet."

Stepping forward, Oishi turned to Tezuka, with worry written on his face. "Atobe said there was something disturbing about it. Not just your regular breaking and entering."

They all walked toward the door when Echizen stepped in front of Fuji. "You don't want to go in."

Fuji opened his eyes, glaring at Echizen. "Let me pass."

Shrugging, Echizen moved. "Suit yourself."

Atobe looked at him then, shaking his head minutely. Tezuka placed his arm around Fuji because clearly Atobe agreed, but he doubted he could convince Fuji of that. Tezuka looked pointedly toward Fuji and nodded his head slightly in response. Sighing, Atobe turned back to the doors and pushed them open.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene in front of him as pulled a clearly shocked and distraught Fuji to his chest, allowing him to bury his face in his shirt. There, hanging from the walls, the ceiling, lining almost every surface, were pictures, big and small, of Fuji.

Shots of Fuji in high school, shots of Fuji in college, candid shots of Fuji shopping, running, swimming, studying, playing guitar. But, hanging over the bar, were shots of not just Fuji, but them. Shots of them drinking coffee, playing in the batting cage, kissing against a wall, shopping for clothes. There were shots of them together in his bed, sleeping, kissing, making love. He was so focused on Fuji in the photographs, that he hadn't noticed what had obviously upset Fuji more than the intrusion itself. He looked closer and he felt as if he was being punched in the gut.

It was just Fuji, only Fuji, everyone else had been hastily covered in what appeared to be black marker, except Tezuka's face, which was scratched out until the white of the photopaper was showing through.