Chapter 25

Fuji managed to make it through the party without strangling anyone. Eiji tired stealing his wasabi sushi and his distress had amused Fuji enough to keep him from doing anything drastic.

Ryoma sat next to Fuji, careful not to do or say anything to set him off–even going so far as to ignore the possessive and his boyfriend had planted on his thigh. Nothing would make him risk Fuji’s anger when there wasabi sushi nearby.

The party wound down as everyone got full and people started saying their goodbyes. Fuji was one of the first to excuse himself and he stood outside the restaurant as he waited for Echizen to do the same.

About ten minutes passed before Echizen joined him. They walked hand-in-hand, neither one interested in conversation. On his part, Fuji was nervous. He wanted this night to be perfect. Ryoma was the reason their team was going to Nationals and he wanted to make sure the freshman understood just how much he was appreciated. Not only for his tennis prowess–there was also the way he gave himself over so thoroughly to Fuji’s need to dominate him, to hurt him. For that Ryoma deserved more than he could ever possibly give. But he was going to try.

For the first time, Fuji was absurdly grateful that his hands didn’t sweat when he got nervous. Echizen wouldn’t’t notice his anxiety. When they got to his house, Fuji followed Ryoma up to his room, attempting to steel his nerves on the way there. He could do this. It was no different than the times he hurt Ryoma–not really, anyway. Just there wouldn’t’t be hurting.

He felt his nerves began to fail him and he detoured into the bathroom, sagging against the door after he closed it. He absolutely had to get himself together. He was Fuji Syuusuke, for god’s sake. There was no reason for him to be falling apart over this.

Fuji pulled himself together and walked into his bedroom. Ryoma was sitting at the foot of the bed, legs dangling over the edge.

Ryoma raised his eyes to Fuji’s and the words he’d been going to say died in his throat at the intense expression on his boyfriend’s face.

Fuji took a step forward, holding eye contact, gently slipping his hand underneath the hem of Ryoma’s shirt and tugging it slowly upward. Ryoma shivered as the fabric slid along his skin, raising his arms to help the process along.

Once he’d divested Ryoma of his shirt, Fuji pushed his boyfriend down on the bed. Echizen complied, scooting back so that he could lay comfortably against the sheets. With a soft smile, Fuji bent down and flicked his tongue against Ryoma’s left nipple, pulling it into his mouth as he gently suckled at it.

Ryoma was breathing rapidly, his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he kept them motionless, letting Fuji play as he would.

Fuji rolled Ryoma’s nipple carefully with his tongue, purposefully avoiding doing anything painful. Ryoma was tense underneath him, unused to being handled gently. But tonight, Fuji wasn’t’t in the mood to cause pain. He wanted to shower Ryoma with affection, to show his lover that pleasure didn’t always have to be accompanied by pain. He let Ryoma’s nipple fall out of his mouth and moved to the other one, gently drawing it into his mouth. He slid his hands over Ryoma’s body, using one hand to work the buttons on his boyfriend’s jeans and the other to play with the nipple he’d abandoned.

Ryoma lifted his hips, helping Fuji divest him of his clothing. The assault on his nipples was intense. There was no way he could stay still. He lifted his hands to find the hem of Fuji’s shirt and tugged it, getting Fuji’s attention. Fuji removed it one fluid motion, settling back down into his pattern of play so quickly that Ryoma barely noticed the absence. He ran his hands across Fuji’s shoulders and down his stomach, caressing him almost reverently. It was the first time he’d ever been allowed to touch back and he almost trembled with the pleasure of it.

Fuji moved away from Ryoma’s nipples and claimed a kiss, gently teasing Ryoma’s lips with his tongue to gain access. Tonight wasn’t’t about dominance or submission. Tonight was just about being with the man he loved.

Without thinking about what he was doing, Ryoma found his hands sliding down to Fuji’s pants. When no objection was forthcoming, he gently tugged them down so that both of them were naked. He shivered with the knowledge that this was the first time he’d seen Syuusuke unclothed. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in awe, running a hand along the underside of Fuji’s erection.

Fuji smiled, reaching a hand down to cup Ryoma. “So are you.” Gently, he began to stroke, keeping the pressure firm and even. Ryoma reached out to do the same and it was hard to remember through the haze of pleasure what he was trying to do. Especially when Ryoma picked up the pace.

Fuji back a groan at how good it felt to have Ryoma’s hand on him. Something was telling him that this wasn’t’t how he’d planned it, this wasn’t how he wanted it to go, but he couldn’t remember why not.

“Faster, Syuusuke, please,” Ryoma cried out. He’d increased his own speed in hopes that Syuusuke would return the favor, but to no avail.

Fuji’s mind cleared when he heard Ryoma began to beg. This was what he was after. He grabbed hold of Ryoma’s hand and moved it away, unable to handle anymore stimulation. Ryoma took the hint and let his hands curl into the sheets beside him, clutching them tightly.

“Please, Syuusuke, you’re killing me.”

Fuji grinned. Seeing Ryoma fighting so hard to get more pleasure was new, and he found he rather liked it. Ryoma’s head was thrown back, his lips parted and his eyes closed. He was thrusting to meet every stroke, keening with the need for Fuji to go faster. At one point, he began to reach down to help, but the look Syuusuke had given him for the attempt had frozen him in place.

Fuji watched the need splay over Ryoma’s face until his boyfriend was flushed with it, then he let go completely, relishing the distressed note in Ryoma’s voice when he did so. “Turn over,” he said softly. “Hands and knees.”

Ryoma obeyed instantly, wanting nothing more than release. A few seconds later, he felt Fuji’s fingers, slick with lube, pressing against him. The sensation made him tense.

Fuji spoke as soon as he noticed. “Is this alright? Or is it too soon?”

Ryoma relaxed. He wanted this as much as Fuji did. “It’s fine. I want you inside me.”

Fuji smiled, not bothering to ask a second time. Ryoma would get bratty if he acted even remotely uncertain. He worked a finger inside, twisting when he was deep enough and smirking when Ryoma cried out with the pleasure of having his prostrate stroked. He worked a second and third finger inside, careful to stretch his boyfriend properly. He picked up the condom he’d grabbed and ripped the package open with his teeth, carefully using his other hand to guide it into place.

Fuji removed his fingers, positioning himself at Ryoma’s entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began pushing inside. Ryoma was so unbearably tight that Fuji almost lost control, almost slid in too fast. He stopped to regain that control. Almost agonizingly slowly, he moved forward until he finally breached the outer ring.

Ryoma, on his part, was doing his best not to thrust up and force Fuji deep inside him. He knew it would hurt–he longed for the pain–but he’d agreed from the beginning that Fuji was in charge. So if Syuusuke wanted to make this so slow it tormented both of them, he wouldn’t’t complain. He ached to have things go faster, but knowing Syuusuke, that was probably the point.

Fuji slid forward until he was fully inside Ryoma, gasping with the pleasure of it. Slowly, he began to rock his lips, luxuriating in the feel of the tight warmth around him as he moved, making sure to hit Ryoma’s sweet spot every time.

Ryoma cried out every time Fuji hit the spot that made stars explode behind his eyelids. He started to reach for himself again, to ease the ache between his legs, only to have his hands slapped away.

Fuji drove himself forward, finally allowing himself to give into the need to go faster and harder. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Ryoma, stroking in time to the rhythm he’d set. “Don’t come ’til I say,” he said, voice rough with desire.

Ryoma trembled at the order he’d been given. “I don’t know if I can last,” he said.

Fuji rested his head against Ryoma’s shoulder as he continued moving inside him. “You don’t have a choice.”

Ryoma swallowed hard. There was no telling what Fuji might do if he broke this rule. But having Fuji’s hand wrapped around him and moving inside him…it was all he could do to concentrate on the idea of not getting off when every fiber of his being wanted nothing else.

The way Ryoma pursed his lips with the effort of not disobeying him even as Fuji continued to increase his pace was what finally drove him over the edge. The knowledge that Ryoma would prevent his own pleasure just because he’d said to was almost more than he could bear. “Come,” he whispered into Ryoma’s ear, milking his lover for all he was worth as he spent his seed.

Smiling, Fuji withdrew from Ryoma and discarded the condom. He sent the freshman for a cloth to clean up with as he changed the sheets. Once Ryoma was back and the bed was made, Fuji pulled his boyfriend down beside him, curling up around him. “I love you, Ryoma,” he said, yawning.

“Love you too, Syuusuke,” Ryoma said, voice slightly muffled by the blanket he’d pulled over them.

The two of them drifted off to sleep and Fuji found himself thinking for the first time that even someone as screwed up as he was could find happiness and that there was nowhere he’d rather be than spooned up against the one man who’d managed to accept him despite his flaws.


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