[October 15, 2010][Prince of Tennis] Maybe

[lovefujitez]

Title: Maybe
Day / Theme: October 15 - maybe is a vicious little word
Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: TezukaxFuji.
Disclaimer: This Prince of Tennis fanfiction story is based on characters and settings developed by Takeshi Konomi.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, Mention of adult situations.
Word Count: 1,034 words

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: Switching places…maybe 





 

The ache burning from his shoulder radiated down his arm, all the way to the tips of his fingers. It rolled up his neck then down his spine. Tezuka’s eyes blurred as the nausea shot from his stomach up to his throat. He coughed when the acid taste reached his mouth, and the athlete couldn’t stop the wretched spill of puke. He didn’t expect his body to react so viciously from a simple ache emanating from his shoulder, but the pain shot so quickly and the effect rippled catatonic-like through his body. His temples pounded like gongs banged on each side of his head. 

Tezuka hadn’t experienced this much pain since his match with Atobe during middle school. It’s been over five years. Fear took control of the ever so careful Tezuka as he fell on his knees. Slowly, he adjusted his body and sat on the bathroom floor and leaned on the wall next to the toilet. Eyes closed. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. He felt like the bathroom was spinning like he was in some roller coaster ride.

 Lucky enough, he was home but home alone. Fuji wasn’t due back for another hour and his cell phone was beyond his reach at this moment. Tezuka decided to remain still where he was until he managed to take control of his body. 

‘Mind over body. Mind over body. Mind over body.’

The athlete repeated the phrase like some form of hypnotic chant. It was more like some prayer. He thought. He fought this pain and won before, he won’t succumb to it now.

‘Mind over body. Mind over body. Mind over body.’

Tezuka continued repeating the phrase in his head until everything dulled, and he didn’t hear his mind chanting the words no more.

~0~0~0~

The soft dim light from the lamp next to the hospital bed was kind to his heavy lidded eyes. His sight blurry due to the absence of his glasses but he would always recognize the hazy form quietly resting at the side of the bed, holding on to his hand. Tezuka noticed the wires connecting him to the instrument measuring his pulse and blood pressure, as well as the IV tube connected on his right arm. His left shoulder held in place by a light gelled brace and a rigid wrap strapped his upper arm and elbow firmly. He gently adjusted his hand held by Fuji, turning so he could hold Fuji’s warm hand. The gentle grip of Fuji’s hand quickly awakened the sleeping man. His eyes now visible, and a smile radiated on Fuji’s lips.

“Kunimitsu,” Fuji pressed his hand firmly. 

Tezuka noticed the redness in Fuji’s eyes, and the worry painted dark rings underneath. Fuji’s smile failed to hide the nervous quiver of his lips when he tried to hold the tears wetting his fear laden eyes.

“I’m alright Syusuke.” Tezuka affirmed confidently but he knew it didn’t convince his boyfriend.

“You gave me quite a scare, seeing you unconscious and pale-faced in the bathroom." Fuji slowly muttered trying to maintain a calm voice without choking.  

“I couldn’t call you,” Tezuka explained, “I didn’t mean to…”

Fuji’s lips were on Tezuka’s, halting the athlete from his apology. Tezuka eyes openly meeting the set of blues already brightened by the pooling tears that slowly trickled down Fuji’s flustered cheeks.

“You need to slow down." Fuji scolded. The calmness in his voice disappeared when his throat tightened while holding back his sobs, “Tennis is important to you, but if you overdo it again like you did five years ago, you will end up …”

This time, Tezuka’s lips stopped Fuji from his fearful foreshadowing. Both intensely focused on each other.  

“I am not going to be that careless, Syusuke,” Tezuka stated firmly. “I promise.”

Tezuka watched his boyfriend close his eyes and sigh. Fuji sat at the edge of the bed and gently raked his hand through Tezuka's comb-starved hair. Tezuka reached to caress Fuji’s face, brushing aside the soft tresses draping his eyes, and tenderly wiped the wetness away from his cheeks.

Tezuka didn’t have the heart to tell Fuji it was their last sexual escapade that caused his shoulder’s swelling pain. Even though Fuji wasn’t heavy, his full weight was on his arms while he held his lover's legs, and balanced him as he thrust into his body. They had sex, with him in a standing position. Vigorously thrusting into Fuji's rear and Fuji slamming down on him with equal force until they reached their limit, pushed his tennis abused shoulder beyond the stressful pull it could handle.

Suddenly, the blue eyes widened like Fuji read his mind.  

“No, it had nothing to do with you." Tezuka interjected.

“But it probably made it worse for you." Fuji carefully laid his head on Tezuka’s chest, “I’m sorry. I should have thought of …”

“Shhhh,” Tezuka whispered as his fingers played with the silky strands of Fuji’s hair, “I wasn’t complaining. Best sex I’ve had and on my birthday. Just to let you know, that won’t be the last time Syusuke.” Tezuka kissed Fuji’s forehead. “I will need to take some precautions next time we do it."

"Maybe, I  should register you for one of those gadget." Fuji gazed up at him,  resting his chin on Tezuka’s chest.

“Gadget?” Tezuka queried, quite bemused.

“Yeah, remember the infomercial, “Help, I’ve fallen! I can’t get up!” Fuji blurted mimicking the elderly’s voice from the TV ad.

“I was thinking more in the lines of strengthening my upper body." Tezuka replied flatly and seriously glaring at his lover. “Maybe, we’ll just stop being adventurous with sex and do it the easy way,” Tezuka continued, leaning closer to whisper in Fuji’s ears, “doggy-style.”

“Maybe, we should just not do it at all." Fuji glinted at him. Smiling deviously he continued, “Or maybe, we should consider switching positions.”

Tezuka stared at his lover, “That’s vicious coming from you.”

“Hmmm? We’ve done it before,” Fuji purred, “Me pounding in you, you panting and groaning, oh and begging…”

Tezuka kissed Fuji so hard, his tongue teasing his lover until he surrendered to him moaning. “You were saying?”

“It was just a suggestion,” Fuji glassy blues beamed at him.

“Maybe,” Tezuka uttered before kissing his lover deeply once more.

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