Rainy Day Interlude

A/N: I aged the boys a bit; Tezuka is now a teacher and tennis coach (but of course). I can write them as 18 and older, but I just can’t write NC-17 with them as 14. I tried to keep them in character, but I took some (okay, a lot) liberties in mellowing Tezuka just a little (quite a bit.).

Chapter 4 of A Beautiful Mistake is kicking my butt, so I'm taking a little break for some SMUT!!!!

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Rainy Day Interlude

Fuji loved the rain. He loved the dark gray of the sky, the way it turned the brightness of morning into the twilight hush of evening. He smiled happily as he listened to the driving rain, watching the way the large drops would hit the window pane and slide down it’s smooth surface leaving comet tails in it’s wake. He snuggled deeper under the warmth of the comforter and quietly hummed with pleasure as lightening arced across the sky, each flash coming right on the heels of the first.

“Like the lightening’s playing tag.” He thought whimisically and shivered as a loud crack of thunder shook the walls,” Good thing it’s Saturday and I don’t have to go out in it.”

The phone rang and an elegant, long-fingered hand appeared from beneath the covers. Fuji watched, eyes bright with mirth, as the hand fumbled its way across the shelf-like headboard before finding the cellphone and disappearing back beneath the blankets.

“Tezuka,” came the clipped, muffled greeting, “Yes… Hmmm… I can see that’s its storming…”

“How? Hear? Maybe. See? Definitely not!” Fuji thought, since the head never once made an appearance above the covers.

“Call the others and cancel the practice…no, don’t worry about making it up in the afternoon, consider today a day off…yes, that’ll be fine, but I want everyone in an hour earlier on Monday…enjoy your day off too, Captain, good-bye.”

The hand emerged again to place the phone back on the headboard, followed a moment later by a dark touseled head. Dark eyes glaced at the window and a displeased scowl crossed lush lips only to be disrupted by a large yawn, hastily covered.

“You turned off the alarm again.” Tezuka accused mildly, his glare tempered by a wide yawn.
Fuji smiled and said nothing, after all, how could he refute something that was true?

“Good thing practice is cancelled because of the storm, I would have been unacceptably late.” Tezuka said as he stretched, then turned his head and added, “Morning, Syusuke.”

Fuji’s smile widened, not the least bit put out by being scolded before being greeted, “Good morning, Kunimitsu.”

He sighed as Tezuka leaned over to kiss him; a soft brush of his lips over Fuji’s, ”Where’s my glasses?”

Fuji laughed and raised his arms to drape them around Tezuka’s neck as he pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer, deeper, hotter than the first, “Mmmm…don’t need them. This is nice, let’s stay in all day. Okay?”

Tezuka turned his head to once more glance out the window. He moaned low as Fuji’s sharp little teeth began to nibble at his earlobe, “I-it looks as though we’ll have no choice but to stay in.”

Shaking his head “no” while stll holding the sensitive lobe between his teeth, Fuji chuckled wickedly at the gasp it pulled from Tezuka, “No, I meant stay in bed.”

“I should really get a jump start on my lesson plans for classes this week.” Tezuka said, reluctance clear in his tone.

“Do it tomorrow.” Fuji’s arms tightened around his neck as he complained, “I have to share you with your students Monday morning through Saturday afternoon, Tezuka-sensei. I get you all to myself for only one day, Sunday, and even that’s after you do your lesson plans for the week. Today, Mother Nature says you are all mine to do with as I please, Zuka-kun.”

Tezuka smiled at the private nickname and found himself, unsurprisingly, capulating, “I could use a sleep in.”

Fuji’s eyes crinkled with amusement, “Yes, we’ll sleep in eventually.”

Tezuka pretended to ponder this a moment, then asked, “I don’t understand, Fujiko, if we’re not going to sleep, what would be the point of staying in bed all day?”

Fuji laughed, delighted with Tezuka’s teasing. He kissed his lightly stubbled jaw and purred, “I’m sure we can think of a few things.”

“Hmmm…” Tezuka murmured, his fingers pushing unruly strands of hair off of Fuji’s forehead. ”nothing’s coming to me.”

Fuji’s arms tightened around his neck as he pulled him in for another kiss. His finger’s tangled in the soft hair that fell covered the back of Tezuka’s neck as he ended the kiss with a playful nip and whispered, “Any ideas yet?”

“I may have one or two now,” Tezuka answered huskily, “but you should do that again, you know. Just to make sure that we’re on the same page.”

Fuji laughed but the look in his eyes was decidedly seductive. His fingers ran in a teasing trail from the nape of Tezuka’s neck and down the defined muscles of his back until they came to a stop just beneath the waistband of his boxer’s.

Tezuka’s breath caught in his throat and he lowered his head to press kisses along Fuji’s jaw and up to his ear where he began to nibble on the sensitive lobe. He smiled at the low moan the caress pulled from Fuji.
“Warmer, you’re definitely getting warmer.” Fuji moaned.

Tezuka chuckled, pressed his lips to Fuji’s and whispered against them, “Good to know.”

He loved this side of Tezuka, the playful side that he never even knew existed until they became a couple. Fuji was still astounded that Tezuka had this aspect to his personality and, when he was the recipient of his teasing, he often wondered how Tezuka had hidden it so well from him. It was thrilling and almost humbling to know that, as someone who thought he knew Tezuka completely, he still had many things to learn about this man.

Fuji held Tezuka’s head in place and deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the seam of his lips, asking to be let into the wet, sweetness of his mouth.

Tezuka, never being one to deny Fuji anything, opened his mouth eagerly to the deep kiss he knew was waiting for him.

“I win.” Fuji murmured and Tezuka could feel his smile against his own lips.

“I was unaware that we were competing.” Tezuka whispered back and, before Fuji could answer back, he sucked hard upon his tongue.

Fuji shuddered and moaned, his long fingers tightening upon the globes of firm flesh he held in his hands.

“Demon.” Tezuka half laughed, half moaned. He pulled away from the kiss to nuzzle into the sensitive skin behind Fuji’s ear. He teasingly licked the soft patch blowing on the wet flesh, enjoying the pleasured grunt it pulled from his wicked tensai.

Tezuka slowly kissed his way down Fuji’s neck and across his chest. Wet kisses, butterfly kisses, deep biting kisses that left reddened marks over the pale skin. Marks that called out to Tezuka to soothe them with playful, tickling licks.

Fuji squirmed beneath the assault, his breath short from laughing and from the friction of rubbing his aroused, sensitive body against the muscled hardness of his lover’s. His legs parted at the warm weight lying against him, opening to cradle Tezuka between his taut thighs.

Tezuka stopped his playful attack, his tongue tracing a circle around an erect, rosy nipple. His teeth gently latching onto the sensitive bud as he sucked upon it. His hands traveled down the length of Fuji’s sides, curving over sharp hipbones and holding the undulating body still.

Fuji closed his eyes, his fingers burying themselves into the thick, silky mop of Tezuka’s hair as his back arched off the mattress. His lashes raised a millimeter and he watched Tezuka, watched the kiss swollen lips as they pursed around his flesh. He moaned when he found dark, intense eyes watching him as well.

With his gaze still locked with the stormy blue of Fuji’s, Tezuka worked his way down his body, stopping only at the places he knew would send shivers of delight down Fuji’s spine. His strong fingers wrapped around Fuji’s cock, stroking the engorged flesh and teasing back the foreskin. He ran his tongue over the wet tip, murmuring at the salty, yet almost sweet taste of the pre-cum that pearled at the head.

Fuji’s fingers tightened into Tezuka’s hair and garbled, unintelligible words tumbled from his lips. His body tightened like a bow as Tezuka took him deep into his throat. Fuji tried to keep eye contact, but they kept wandering down to where he was buried to the root in the wet heat of Tezuka’s mouth.

A teasing, feather-light touch worked it’s way over his aching balls cupping and rolling them until they tightened and he could feel the tell-tale tingling That heralded his release. Tezuka stopped, his fingers holding him in a firm grip at the base until the urge passed. He licked a wet stripe up the underside of Fuji’s cock, his teeth gently teasing the elastic skin of his foreskin.

“Tezuka, fuck me.” Fuji moaned, his perspiration slick chest heaving with his breaths. He grabbed his knees and pulled his legs up towards his chest, opening himself to Tezuka’s passionate gaze and, with his eyes glittering with the force of his desire, he demanded, “Now.”

Tezuka’s hands shook as he pushed his boxer’s down his thighs to impatient to remove them. He reached over Fuji and grabbed the tube of lubrication that held a place of honor on the headboard, hidden behind a box of tissue. He poured a liberal amount into his hand.

A wet finger probed the tightly furled opening of Fuji’s body, gently, relentlessly preparing him. Fuji squirmed against the invader, inviting it inside. His panting breaths were harsh in the storm darkened room, “Please, just fuck me! I’m ready, want you.”

Tezuka supported himself above him, perched on his elbows. His serious brown eyes studied Fuji carefully, knowing that sometimes the tensai liked a little pain with his pleasure. What he saw in Fuji’s avid expression wasn’t a cry for punishment, but the deep need of Tezuka’s body against him, in him, owning him, completing him.

Wanting him.

Wanting the burn of entry to tell him that Tezuka is there with him and every bit as caught up in this web of emotion as he is. Tezuka smiles taking Fuji’s lips in a passionate and loving kiss even as he pushes into him, the furled rose of his body opening to him with the familiarity of a hundred such moments shared.

Fuji wraps his arms around Tezuka’s neck and pulls him closer, listening to the hitched breaths and quiet moans that spill from his mouth. Tasting the sweat of desire that beads Tezuka’s brows and rolls down his temples and over his cheeks like tears, like the tracks of the raindrops outside their window. His legs wrap around Tezuka’s hips, trapping the thrusting man in living ropes of strong and silken flesh.

“More…harder…faster…mmmm…yes….” He moans into Tezuka’s ear spurring him on, begging him to lose control.

“Syusuke.” Tezuka moans as he peppers his chin with wet kisses.

A calloused finger rubs over a sensitive nipple as Tezuka changes the rhythm of his thrust, pushing himself in deeper and striking against Fuji’s prostate. Fuji’s breath catches in his throat and he arches up, wanting more of the spine-tingling sensation. A hard pinch to his responsive nipple and Fuji cries out as his body spasms and he comes over Tezuka’s stomach and his own, striping their glistening flesh in pearly ropes.

“Kunimitsu.” Fuji nearly purrs the name and Tezuka growls; his eyes closing tight and his lips curled into a snarl of painful pleasure as Fuji’s tight walls milks his throbbing cock and he thrusts harder into his lover. Once, twice and he is soon joining Fuji in an overwhelming release that drowns out awareness of everything but each other.

Slowly, they both come down, bodies cooling and breaths leveling out. They are stuck together with sweat and cum, but they don’t notice since they are wrapped up in each other. Wordless murmurs are exchanged between tender kisses, murmurs that mean nothing and everything.

Tezuka’s eyes begin to close and his grip loosens. Fuji smiles and whispers, “See, I told you that you’d get to sleep in eventually.”

“Demon.” Tezuka says as he smiles and drifts into sleep.

End