6 Overtime - Chapter 6

"We can stop if you can't". A frown was on Tezuka's face, a genuine look of concern as he spoke. Fuji thought it did not suit him very much though the brown haired man rarely smiled anyway.

"No, go on. I want to." Fuji opened his eyes and allowed for Kunimitsu to see his desire and want, and to convince him that it was not something he was being forced into.

With a nod, Tezuka guided himself to Fuji's tight ring of muscle and looked to check with Fuji one last time. He was certain he would not be able to stop once they started. He was afraid the tensai would back out mid way but he did not want to end up hurting his friend nor the relationship that they had. This was Fuji, though he had lusted after him, he did not want to take the risk of ruining their friendship. He knew he could not live with himself if Fuji began hating him. He would rather continue being friends and try his best to feel content just being close to him with his unrequited love than to do something that might jeopardize their liaison.

"Mitsu." Fuji could not understand why Tezuka was hesitating so much but guessed he did not want to cause him any pain or regret and that touched the smaller man a whole lot. He smiled as he silently urged Kunimitsu on.

Tezuka returned Fuji's smile and pushed the head past the tight ring of muscle. He watched Fuji's face expression for any signs of pain and almost pulled out when he saw Fuji cringe up at the sudden sensation but did not when the expression disappeared. He pushed in all the way slowly and allowed Fuji to accommodate him. Tezuka had an unsure look on his face and if not because of those azure eyes watching him, he did not think he had the nerve to go all the way with the tensai.

Resolve settled over him and he cast all his worries and other nonsensical thoughts aside as he understood that Fuji did indeed want this and all his insecurities about what was going to happen to them and how they had changed no longer mattered right now. He thought he would allow himself this pleasure and enjoy the present.

He began a slow rhythm but when Fuji did not show any signs of looking uncomfortable he sped up and could feel the pressure building. Fuji's insides clamped around him so tightly it made him almost cum just thinking about it. Sweat beads began to appear on both of them as they glistened under the office white light. Their breathing quickens and sometimes gets hitched. Fuji's moans only made him want to climax faster as the blonde writhed beneath him, he too getting close.

Tezuka began to stroke Fuji's lonely length in rhythm to their love making. His muscles contracted and flexed as he thrust into Fuji. Everything seemed to be blocked out as he gazed on reaching completion as he watched the beautiful man beneath him. His eyes were closed, and lips left ajar slightly as though begging for a kiss which the taller man granted him.

Tezuka could feel a flip flop in the pitch of his stomach and knew he was almost there. The uneven clamming around the walls of Fuji's insides told him he was too. The spectacled man rammed into Fuji's little hole a few more times before he came, spilling his seed into Fuji. A few strokes behind him, Fuji followed and came all over their stomachs while screaming his name. Tezuka's ears perk up at the name but he was too spent to do anything other than to collapse onto Fuji as he recovered from their orgasm.

Tezuka's sweat soaked shirt sticks to his figure giving Fuji a lovely view of his muscles. Slightly stained now with Fuji's essence, the tensai wonders how they were going to get home. As though reading his mind, the ex-buchou almost gives him a nosebleed by throwing the dress shirt over his head and exposing his well built shoulders and abs as he collapses into his easy chair, breathing still in spurts. Fuji tries to sit up but ends up falling midway as he could not support himself with his bound hands. Tezuka sheepishly goes to untie Fuji's wrist and allows him to sit up, remove his cut up t-shirt and wipe himself clean. For a moment, neither speaks nor looks at each other.

A dreaded feeling overcomes Tezuka as he realizes maybe he should not have given in to Fuji. He feared now that since the tensai had him that he would cast Tezuka away like a child throwing an old toy after becoming bored with it. His brows were knitted together as he was lost in thought that he did not hear Fuji call him.

"Mitsu, are you okay?" He glanced at Fuji who was looking at him with concern but still very naked indeed. He had not moved to collect his pants from the floor and because of Tezuka, had no shirt to wear home either.

"I'm fine. Are you?" The brown eyed man was relieved to receive a nod from Fuji. Though he wanted to ask Fuji a million things right now, he just did not know how to bring it up nor how to handle the situation. This was awkward.

Fuji licked his lips and after a moment of studying the almost skittish Tezuka, got up and continued to wipe himself clean. Fuji had his back turned to Tezuka as he went to pick up his clothes from the floor. He threw whatever remained of his t-shirt in the trash can and slipped on his bottoms silently as Tezuka just sat topless in his chair, his fly still open and his spent erection still in sight for the whole world to see.

After gathering what remained of his clothes, Fuji got dressed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a spare shirt, putting that one as well. Syuusuke turned to pick up the things that Tezuka had sent flying to the floor. He decided it was unfair to let Tezuka clean up the whole mess though it was him who made it and it was his office. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Tezuka studying him and controlled himself not to smirk. So it was not as he had thought. Tezuka did not regret it but rather was lost as to how to continue. He sighed aloud. Must he do everything?

"Tezuka, do you plan on going another round? I know you're big but we have finished. At least for now". Fuji chuckled as Tezuka flushed red as he went ahead to make himself more presentable. That helped to lift some of the tension in the room but silence once again draped itself over the occupants in the very lonely office room. Tezuka still remained topless as he could not very well wear his stained dress shirt home now could he?

"Fuji, are we okay?" His eyes were downcast as he spoke to the other man crouched on the floor still picking things up and setting them down on the desk.

Fuji continued picking up the scattered pieces of paper lying messily on the floor and other knick knacks, totally ignoring Tezuka's question. Honestly, the blonde did not know if they were okay. Of course he wanted them to be but, where do they go from here? What were they now? Did this mean they were lovers? Fuck buddies? Or should they just act as though nothing had happened and that this was a mistake?; a result of two lonely men stressed from work and seeking release?

"Syuusuke, look at me." Fuji continued his task at hand which was clearing the mess they made, still not giving Tezuka's question any attention.