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Title: Caught Red Handed
Day/Theme: 8/ A bad reflection of you
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : PG-13/ Yaoi kissing, a little bit of sexual situation.

Words: 525 words. Will edit later, please excuse errors for now.

A/N: AU- Tezuka and Fuji are Tokyo University students and share an apartment together. A snapshot of their life together, sharing moments to make memories.

Memory: Tezuka’s UST needs some attention from Fuji but…

When Tezuka entered their apartment, he found Fuji partially inside in the storage closet at the entryway with his behind in full view. Fuji’s tight jeans accented the roundness of his buttocks, hugged his rear cheeks and clinged snuggly on his slim legs. Tezuka smiled, enjoying the sight welcoming him. He dropped his backpack and quickly dashed towards the half-hidden artist, claiming his well formed behind.

Tezuka placed his hands on Fuji’s hips and pressed on the bent man from behind.

“I’m home,” he greeted.

“Kuni…mitsu!” Fuji quirked in surprise and abruptly jolted upwards hitting his head on the doorframe and made him lose his balance. “Ouch!”

“Are you all right?” Tezuka asked worriedly as he helped the smaller man get up. He hugged Fuji as he stood behind the honey haired man and planted a kiss on the crown of his head. “I’m sorry,” he said and closed the closet door.

Fuji turned to face Tezuka, “I didn’t expect you home this early and I ….”

The rest of his words were muffled by the taller man’s lips as he claimed Fuji’s in a passionate kiss, nibbling on his pliant lips and teasing the smaller man's mouth with his exploring tongue. He felt Fuji holding back, something unusual for his partner, who would often meet his sexual advances with equal passion. He gently pressed the blue eyed man on the wall, unabashedly positioned his leg between Fuji’s and sensually rubbed his nether region on the sandwiched man’s groin.

Fuji moaned, his hands were locked in between and rested on Tezuka’s chest. Increasingly, he responded to the taller man’s lusty ministrations. A slight smile curved Tezuka’s lips after noticing his partner slowly reacting to his urging moves. He released the luscious lips, allowing both of them to catch some air, Tezuka then continued with trailing kisses on the honey-haired man’s cheek and nibbled on the sensitive part of his ear.

“What are you doing?” Fuji queried unexpectedly.

“Missing you,” was Tezuka’s reply as his hands roamed underneath Fuji’s shirt, caressing the warm smooth skin he lustily yearned to touch all week.

“Can’t you wait a little bit, until later?” Fuji hesitated.

“Why?” Tezuka urged him on, licking his neck and sucking on the erogenous spot of Fuji’s collarbone.

“Aaahh,” the smaller man’s eyes fluttered in pleasure, how could Fuji resist his ministrations now, “because your…”

“KUNIMITSU!” a shocking shrill of a female’s voice called from behind them.

“….mom’s here,” finally Fuji announced.

Tezuka froze as he slowly disengaged himself from his lover and met Fuji’s wide eyed gaze. He could only watch Fuji as he nervously smiled at him and silently uttered his apology.

“Sorry, I tried to tell you earlier,” the smaller man whispered silently.

He closed his eyes and breathing deeply while smoothing Fuji’s shirt. Slowly, Tezuka turned and quickly bowed his head, attempting to hide from his mother’s view, the tint of embarrassment flushed on his cheeks. Suddenly he felt fourteen again, recalling the first and only time (before this one) his mom caught the two of them fooling around in his room.

“Good evening mom,” was all Tezuka could utter.

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