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sarisiaTitle: Learning
Fandom: Tenipuri
Couple: Fuji/Kaidoh
Rating: PG or PG-13
Summary: Takes place after Surrender Lightly that would maybe be a good idea to read before reading this one. Kaidoh and Fuji learn a little more about each other.
Kaidoh'd been assigned classroom duties. Sometimes, Fuji would sit at one of the desks and wait for him to finish before walking with him to tennis practice. They didn't talk, but Kaidoh would hiss a little when he saw Fuji slide the classroom door open and slip inside. While Kaidoh wiped the chalkboard clean, tidied the bookshelves, and fed the classroom pet (a hamster that he had to restrain from making baby-noises at, so that Fuji wouldn't laugh), Fuji would watch.
In the back of his mind, he'd always known that Fuji's gaze was intense. It came from rarely, if ever, catching Fuji's eyes open - outside of the tennis courts, of course, because they were always open during the tournament matches. But Kaidoh had never really made a note of just how intense the gaze was until it was trained on him.
It was a hot gaze that kept reminding him of... that thing... that had happened in the locker rooms. He couldn't shake off the tightness that was coiling in the center of his back because all he could think of was the way that Fuji had never closed his eyes the entire time that he'd...
"Kaoru."
Fuji was suddenly right there and Kaidoh had to look away - as if that would somehow keep his sempai from knowing that he was thinking about that day, that he couldn't forget, that he still hated the way he'd submitted...
"Kaoru," Fuji said again, and this time, his hand was at the small of Kaidoh's back, where the top of his shorts was.
"Yes, Shuusuke?" The name was still a struggle to let slip from his lips. He kept wanting to add "sempai" to the end, or at least "kun" because that would be normal. But whenever he used Fuji's first name, he would smile so happily that Kaidoh couldn't add anything to the end of Fuji's name, no matter what proprieties were at stake.
"Are you free tomorrow afternoon - after practice?"
"Usually, I have extra training with Inui-sempai," here, Kaidoh felt Fuji's fingers move slightly - a twitch, maybe, a tightening, "but I can always change it to a different time." And Fuji's entire body relaxed once more, with a sigh, but Kaidoh couldn't remember when he'd started being able to read Fuji's body language. "What did you want to do?"
"Ah, ah!" Fuji chided. "You'll find out tomorrow."
.....
That afternoon, Kaidoh and Inui rested by the river after a long run. Kaidoh had already brought up the schedule change, but Inui-sempai had yet to respond.
"So," Inui began, "Fuji has already made his move. I had wondered."
Kaidoh tilted his head to the side, cocked his brow at his sempai. "What do you mean?"
"Recently, he approached me during practices-"
That conversation at the courts, Kaidoh reminded himself. Inui-sempai hadn't noticed me watching.
"-and told me off... I think. He asked if I would like to have a friendly competition with him outside of tennis. I declined because..." Abruptly, Inui stood, slapping the dirt and grass from his pants. "Will you be dating him, then, Kaidoh?"
"Aa," Kaidoh murmured. "I guess so."
.....
At the end of practices the next day, Fuji smiled at Kaidoh when he ducked out of the locker rooms. Eiji waved at them a little from where he was still bouncing around on the courts. Further back, Inui watched the two of them walk away together.
"Do you already have something planned?" Kaidoh asked.
Fuji shrugged a little. "We could walk, in the park." He slipped a hand behind Kaidoh's head and pulled the taller youth down for a small kiss. "Talk."
When Kaidoh hissed, it was against Fuji's cheek. "Talk?" he echoed and felt Fuji's lashes brush against his skin. "About what, Shuusuke?" Fuji's smile was against his lips.
"About everything, Kaoru," Fuji replied, a bit belatedly. Blue gaze pierced through Kaidoh. "I want to know everything about you."
The sudden seriousness threw Kaidoh off - just a bit - and the feeling was reflected in the way Fuji released him from his hold, let him pull back of his own will. The blue gaze was gone, but Fuji's smile remained.
"Like a game," Fuji supplied when he'd found a pace that carried him a little ahead of Kaidoh. "A question for a question. We'll take turns. Does it sound fair?"
And it did, much to Kaidoh's discomfort. "Fair" was not the first word that came to mind when he thought of Fuji.
.....
The first questions were innocent, asked over ice cream. (What's your favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite school subject? What kind of music do you listen to? Which season do you like best? Do you think Eiji's a natural redhead?) Those kinds of questions passed quickly, with Fuji polishing off the last of his ice cream (vanilla, plain and inconspicuous, but the cone had been dipped in dark chocolate), and the questions progressed into things that could not be answered in a single word.
(Why do you treat everyone that's older than you with so much respect? Why do you always keep your eyes closed? What's your family like? ...Is this a date? Would you rather it weren't? Did you like what you did to me in the locker rooms? Didn't you? Fshuu...)
And from there...
It was Kaidoh's turn to ask the question. He made as if to ponder his question very thoughtfully, but in reality, the question had been itching at the back of his mind all day: "Why do you like me, Shuusuke?"
Fuji stilled. For a second, Kaidoh thought that time had gone still with him. Then, it all came rushing forward. "I like you... for many reasons," Fuji said. "At first, your determination and drive reminded me of my brother. Then came your voice, your blush... Your body." His voice didn't waver. Not even when... "And last week, those sounds you made." A slow, indrawn breath. "You didn't seem averse to the idea."
"Oh." Kaidoh wasn't quite blushing, but he could feel the heat beginning to travel to the surface.
Fuji's fingers laced with his, took what was left of Kaidoh's ice cream cone. "My turn. Do you like me, Kaoru?"
Time did not slow a bit for Kaidoh Kaoru, but when he glanced away from Fuji, frowning a little as his skin took on a pink hue, there was a sense of being captured. "I... could get used to the idea."
..........
Fuji walked Kaidoh all the way home, despite the other youth's protests that he could make it home from the park just fine on his own. He was tired, but not so much that he couldn't tug Kaidoh down for another kiss - this one deeper and more thoughtful than the one after school, but the resulting blush was so rewarding that he couldn't help but take another taste of those lips and feel the heat of Kaidoh's embarrassment.
"In front of my home, Shuusuke? My brother might..." Kaidoh's voice came out as a slight whine, but it occurred to Fuji that his first name was really well suited to Kaidoh's tendency to hiss.
"Aa," Fuji replied, at last feeling the weight of the day. "Tomorrow, then. I'll see you at school."
Kaidoh, drawing away and slipping into his home without a backward glance, wasn't very adept at goodbyes or good nights, but - Fuji thought as he hovered by the gates a bit longer to watch the lights flip on in an upstairs bedroom - he had enough patience for the both of them.
Fandom: Tenipuri
Couple: Fuji/Kaidoh
Rating: PG or PG-13
Summary: Takes place after Surrender Lightly that would maybe be a good idea to read before reading this one. Kaidoh and Fuji learn a little more about each other.
Kaidoh'd been assigned classroom duties. Sometimes, Fuji would sit at one of the desks and wait for him to finish before walking with him to tennis practice. They didn't talk, but Kaidoh would hiss a little when he saw Fuji slide the classroom door open and slip inside. While Kaidoh wiped the chalkboard clean, tidied the bookshelves, and fed the classroom pet (a hamster that he had to restrain from making baby-noises at, so that Fuji wouldn't laugh), Fuji would watch.
In the back of his mind, he'd always known that Fuji's gaze was intense. It came from rarely, if ever, catching Fuji's eyes open - outside of the tennis courts, of course, because they were always open during the tournament matches. But Kaidoh had never really made a note of just how intense the gaze was until it was trained on him.
It was a hot gaze that kept reminding him of... that thing... that had happened in the locker rooms. He couldn't shake off the tightness that was coiling in the center of his back because all he could think of was the way that Fuji had never closed his eyes the entire time that he'd...
"Kaoru."
Fuji was suddenly right there and Kaidoh had to look away - as if that would somehow keep his sempai from knowing that he was thinking about that day, that he couldn't forget, that he still hated the way he'd submitted...
"Kaoru," Fuji said again, and this time, his hand was at the small of Kaidoh's back, where the top of his shorts was.
"Yes, Shuusuke?" The name was still a struggle to let slip from his lips. He kept wanting to add "sempai" to the end, or at least "kun" because that would be normal. But whenever he used Fuji's first name, he would smile so happily that Kaidoh couldn't add anything to the end of Fuji's name, no matter what proprieties were at stake.
"Are you free tomorrow afternoon - after practice?"
"Usually, I have extra training with Inui-sempai," here, Kaidoh felt Fuji's fingers move slightly - a twitch, maybe, a tightening, "but I can always change it to a different time." And Fuji's entire body relaxed once more, with a sigh, but Kaidoh couldn't remember when he'd started being able to read Fuji's body language. "What did you want to do?"
"Ah, ah!" Fuji chided. "You'll find out tomorrow."
.....
That afternoon, Kaidoh and Inui rested by the river after a long run. Kaidoh had already brought up the schedule change, but Inui-sempai had yet to respond.
"So," Inui began, "Fuji has already made his move. I had wondered."
Kaidoh tilted his head to the side, cocked his brow at his sempai. "What do you mean?"
"Recently, he approached me during practices-"
That conversation at the courts, Kaidoh reminded himself. Inui-sempai hadn't noticed me watching.
"-and told me off... I think. He asked if I would like to have a friendly competition with him outside of tennis. I declined because..." Abruptly, Inui stood, slapping the dirt and grass from his pants. "Will you be dating him, then, Kaidoh?"
"Aa," Kaidoh murmured. "I guess so."
.....
At the end of practices the next day, Fuji smiled at Kaidoh when he ducked out of the locker rooms. Eiji waved at them a little from where he was still bouncing around on the courts. Further back, Inui watched the two of them walk away together.
"Do you already have something planned?" Kaidoh asked.
Fuji shrugged a little. "We could walk, in the park." He slipped a hand behind Kaidoh's head and pulled the taller youth down for a small kiss. "Talk."
When Kaidoh hissed, it was against Fuji's cheek. "Talk?" he echoed and felt Fuji's lashes brush against his skin. "About what, Shuusuke?" Fuji's smile was against his lips.
"About everything, Kaoru," Fuji replied, a bit belatedly. Blue gaze pierced through Kaidoh. "I want to know everything about you."
The sudden seriousness threw Kaidoh off - just a bit - and the feeling was reflected in the way Fuji released him from his hold, let him pull back of his own will. The blue gaze was gone, but Fuji's smile remained.
"Like a game," Fuji supplied when he'd found a pace that carried him a little ahead of Kaidoh. "A question for a question. We'll take turns. Does it sound fair?"
And it did, much to Kaidoh's discomfort. "Fair" was not the first word that came to mind when he thought of Fuji.
.....
The first questions were innocent, asked over ice cream. (What's your favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite school subject? What kind of music do you listen to? Which season do you like best? Do you think Eiji's a natural redhead?) Those kinds of questions passed quickly, with Fuji polishing off the last of his ice cream (vanilla, plain and inconspicuous, but the cone had been dipped in dark chocolate), and the questions progressed into things that could not be answered in a single word.
(Why do you treat everyone that's older than you with so much respect? Why do you always keep your eyes closed? What's your family like? ...Is this a date? Would you rather it weren't? Did you like what you did to me in the locker rooms? Didn't you? Fshuu...)
And from there...
It was Kaidoh's turn to ask the question. He made as if to ponder his question very thoughtfully, but in reality, the question had been itching at the back of his mind all day: "Why do you like me, Shuusuke?"
Fuji stilled. For a second, Kaidoh thought that time had gone still with him. Then, it all came rushing forward. "I like you... for many reasons," Fuji said. "At first, your determination and drive reminded me of my brother. Then came your voice, your blush... Your body." His voice didn't waver. Not even when... "And last week, those sounds you made." A slow, indrawn breath. "You didn't seem averse to the idea."
"Oh." Kaidoh wasn't quite blushing, but he could feel the heat beginning to travel to the surface.
Fuji's fingers laced with his, took what was left of Kaidoh's ice cream cone. "My turn. Do you like me, Kaoru?"
Time did not slow a bit for Kaidoh Kaoru, but when he glanced away from Fuji, frowning a little as his skin took on a pink hue, there was a sense of being captured. "I... could get used to the idea."
..........
Fuji walked Kaidoh all the way home, despite the other youth's protests that he could make it home from the park just fine on his own. He was tired, but not so much that he couldn't tug Kaidoh down for another kiss - this one deeper and more thoughtful than the one after school, but the resulting blush was so rewarding that he couldn't help but take another taste of those lips and feel the heat of Kaidoh's embarrassment.
"In front of my home, Shuusuke? My brother might..." Kaidoh's voice came out as a slight whine, but it occurred to Fuji that his first name was really well suited to Kaidoh's tendency to hiss.
"Aa," Fuji replied, at last feeling the weight of the day. "Tomorrow, then. I'll see you at school."
Kaidoh, drawing away and slipping into his home without a backward glance, wasn't very adept at goodbyes or good nights, but - Fuji thought as he hovered by the gates a bit longer to watch the lights flip on in an upstairs bedroom - he had enough patience for the both of them.
