Chapter One
There was a stale heat in the room.
This tended to happen when they slept around Atobe's. He had hundreds upon hundreds of bedrooms, guest rooms, living areas, but the five often ended up falling asleep in the sauna, the bathroom, the tennis courts, or occasionally the cupboard under the stairs. Anywhere except the soft, warm comforts of Atobe's bigger-than-king-size bed.
Not that this wasn't soft, or warm, Ryoma thought; quite the opposite really. He snuggled deeper into the cushion he was lying on, wrapping his arms around it.
No, he thought, burying himself deeper. This wasn't a cushion. He could feel arms, ribs, a person - most definitely. Toned, strong, tall.
It was Tezuka, he realised. Ryoma snuggled deeper, his eyes remaining tightly shut.
"Quite comfortable there, Ryoma?"
Sighing, the boy cracked an eye open. There was no use pretending to be asleep anymore, not if the captain realised he was awake.
"Quite, buchou." Ryoma still had a habit of calling Tezuka 'buchou', regardless of whether he was actually Seigaku's tennis captain anymore or not. He'd already left school - a year ago, in fact, to begin a college course - but to Ryoma, and probably quite a few members of Seigaku, he would always be their tennis captain. It was strange without him.
Glancing around, Ryoma regarded his surroundings. Atobe's wardrobe, naturally about the size of Ryoma's room itself, possibly bigger, and lined with clothes. Sanada lay stretched out on a futon opposite (trust Keigo to have a futon in his wardrobe, Ryoma thought), whilst the last two people Ryoma searched for appeared to be missing.
"Where are the others?"
"Syusuke's making breakfast, and Keigo's got some meeting with his father."
Tezuka turned over the corner of the page of the book he was reading, carefully placed it on the floor beside him, and glanced downward at Ryoma - still sprawled across his lap. "Head down to the kitchen?"
"'Kay. I'll wake Gen."
Ryoma peeled himself off of Tezuka, and was about halfway across the room when he paused, and turned back around.
"You're not waking -"
"I was just wondering something last night," Ryoma said. "In fact, I've been wondering it for a while. And just… I figured I'd bring it up now, just us two, 'cause I think if we were all here, no-one would listen, and…"
Ryoma sighed. He didn't usually ramble. He didn't like rambling. But he wanted this said.
"Yes?"
"Why do I always have to be the uke?" There was a pause, as Tezuka seemed to regard the question. When the captain didn't immediately reply, Ryoma continued. "Yeah, I get I'm the youngest, and smallest, and all that crap, but can't I just top you lot? Just once?"
Tezuka snorted as though this were the most absurd proposition he had ever heard.
"What's so funny?"
Tezuka just smirked, stood, and headed toward the door. "Nothing. Wake Gen up and then we can all have breakfast downstairs."
Ryoma paused, glaring toward his captain, before he answered a swift, sharp, firm, "No."
Tezuka raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"I can't stay for breakfast. I have plans."
Ryoma stormed out of the room, toward Atobe's bedroom - where he hoped his clothes were - ready to leave.
"Plans?"
"Yes, plans."
"You don't have plans."
"I do."
"That involve neither tennis nor us?"
"…Yeah. I do." Pulling on the last of yesterday's outfit, Ryoma threw a dark look toward Tezuka. "Mada Mada Dane, Buchou."
And with that, he left.
First, he headed home.
It seemed the sensible thing to do, considering the outfit he'd worn to Atobe's last night was his school uniform (weekends were always at Atobe's, it'd been agreed, and Ryoma tended to head straight there from school), which wasn't exactly appropriate wear to go out in.
He sighed. Usually, the boy would spend all of Saturday spread between curling up in bed, curling up in another's arms, having mind-blowing orgies, or occasionally playing tennis. He had his own chest of drawers full of clothes at Atobe's, and the boy regretted not having gone there to grab his clothes before leaving. But it was too far away, and Ryoma was afraid Tezuka would stop him before he left.
And he needed to leave.
It was really beginning to bother him. So he was young, so he was rather small (especially in comparison to his lovers), so he was easily topped, that didn't mean he should always be the bottom. Always. I mean, he was sure he'd read mangas where the smaller one topped the taller ones. Of course he had - it does happen sometimes.
And all he asks for is one time. And he doesn't even get a 'no', or a 'not until you're older and/or taller'. He got a snort. From Tezuka.
That right there, that was insulting.
Scowling, Ryoma stormed into his house, ignored his mother's yell of "Ryoma, I thought you were away again this weekend?", got changed into something more acceptable, grabbed his tennis racket, and stormed straight back out. He was too mad to even offer a reply. He wanted seme-sex, and he wanted it right damn now.
Walking blindly around the area, Ryoma eventually found himself in the tennis courts, and decided that if he wasn't going to do anything else constructive, he might as well play tennis.
His tennis seemed to have lagged since getting boyfriends. Extra tennis time was replaced with sex. Tennis with his father was replaced by sex. Training with Momo was replaced with sex. In fact, most of everything was replaced with sex.
Opening his tennis bag, Ryoma pulled out his racket and a ball, and began slamming it against a wall.
He was pissed. Very pissed. Very, very, very pissed. And he would top someone, Damnit, if it was the last thing he'd do. And he'd -
"Echizen?"
The ball rebounded completely off-target, and Ryoma turned around to see who'd called him. Standing there - slouching, as always, hands stuffed into his pockets - was Momo.
"Yeah?"
Momo looked confused. "You never spend weekend on the courts anymore." He smirked a little. "Trouble in paradise?"
The fivesome that Ryoma and his boyfriends had adopted was yet to go public - they doubted many people would really understand - although many people were aware that the five seemed to have some kind of links.
Fuji and Tezuka had always been close, and had been presumed to be dating for years, although after Ryoma and Tezuka were seen out one day - it was decided that the buchou had left his tensai for the arrogant prince of tennis, a revelation shocking most of the region. Atobe and Sanada had used this opportunity to announce that they were dating, deciding it was safer to steer clear of the madness the other three were wrapped up in.
"Shut up," Ryoma replied, glaring at Momo. "What d'you want?"
"So cruel to say to your best friend," Momo answered, pouting. "I just came to play some tennis, saw you here, and thought I could join you."
Ryoma moved down to retrieve his ball. "Whatever, Momo-senpai."
The two headed toward the nearest court, and began to rally. It began silently, the occasional words from Momo being either ignored or dismissed by Ryoma, until the elder of the two realised his kouhai was actually losing, and decided to persist.
"What's wrong with you?" Ryoma didn't reply, so Momo continued. "Tezuka can't be that bad, can he?"
A ball came flying straight for Momo's head, although he managed to duck away in time. "Ahh, he can."
"Shut up."
Momo smirked. "Oh, before I forget - two weeks Friday time I'm having my leaving party. D'you think you'll be able to come?"
Ryoma paused, it taking a second for the words to register in his mind, before he asked, "you're leaving?"
Momo laughed. "Yes, baka, I'm in my last year. I'm off to University."
Ryoma stopped playing, letting the ball fly past him, as he thought about that. He was in his penultimate year, it made sense for Momo to be in his last, the boy just never quite thought about it. He was far too wrapped up in his five-some-better-than-life-sex to worry about his best friend.
But Momo was right. He was leaving. It seemed… strange.
"So you won't be giving me lifts to school anymore?"
"'Fraid not."
Ryoma thought about it. Momo was always around. Whenever Fuji was acting perverted, or Atobe was being irritating, or Ryoma was generally annoyed he could always just turn up at Momo's to play tennis, or grab a burger. But now, he would really be alone.
"Echizen? You gonna start playing again?"
And this was his best friend. Who he'd neglected. Just like he was being neglected by his boyfriends. And it was cruel, and mean, and… and…
Ryoma loved Momo. He wouldn't admit it often, but they'd been close since his freshman year. Of middle school. It'd be strange if he hadn't bonded with the damn bastard.
He was pissed. He was resentful. And he loved Momo. Ryoma said the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"Momo-senpai, would you let me top you?"
If Momo had been drinking anything at the time, it would've spurted out of his mouth in the comic way that happens in films. Fortunately, he wasn't drinking, and so his jaw only dropped, and his eyes bulged slightly.
"…what!?"
"Well, just…" Ryoma sighed, irritated. "I want to have sex with you, Momo-senpai. But only if I can be on top."
His voice sounded so natural Momo wondered if he'd actually heard him right. But, of course, he had. What else could he have heard? Ryoma was asking for sex.
Ryoma - his Ryoma - the Ryoma he'd had a crush on for, shall we say, four years, was actually asking to have sex with him.
"You want sex?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
"Yes."
"But only if you're on top?"
"Yes."
Momo paused. Surely it was a joke. Surely Ryoma was winding him up. Surely there was something wrong here.
But no, the boy looked sincere. He looked angry, and Momo was very aware of the fact that he was probably Ryoma's rebound guy. He was also very aware that Ryoma was going to top him, even though he'd always wanted it to be the other way round.
And yet, despite all this, he still ended up replying: "Okay."
Tezuka was irritated.
He'd planned to just ignore Ryoma's little outburst, guessing that the boy would return back eventually, but soon found that he couldn't just hang around anymore.
It was clear that Ryoma didn't have plans. Ryoma's plans involved his boyfriends (who, considering they were all dotted around Atobe's house, weren't going out with their youngest boyfriend), or tennis (which Tezuka would have known about, because Ryoma always tells him when he's practising tennis). Which all answered to the fact that something was wrong with Ryoma, and Tezuka planned to find out what.
He presumed that it was to do with the whole uke-seme thing, since that seemed the logical explanation, although really… okay, it may be a little annoying always being topped, but this was Echizen. Bless him, he's far too small for such things. And they were all topped at times, it's just what happened. Tezuka would have to speak to him about this.
But now he was heading toward the tennis courts, where he guessed the boy was most likely to be. Tezuka had considered taking someone with him, but figured it may be easier if it were just the two of them. That way, they could maybe talk it out, and then the whole situation could be diffused before they returned home. It seemed the best option. Yes.
Tezuka peered around the courts. He could see Ryoma's racket by the side, and a ball, and his coat. It was just the boy himself who was missing.
Tezuka narrowed his eyes and looked further. He considered calling out his name, but maybe that wasn't the cleverest of ideas. If he just looked a little closer he'd be sure to spot -
That's when he saw him. Well, not just him, to be accurate. His sitting on a topless Momoshiro, their lips locked together, hands roaming around each other's hair.
Tezuka swore sharply to himself. This… this wasn't going to be good.
Alright, this is Lucy (the Quack half of this account), and it's Siobhan's 16th birthday (she's the other half of this account), so here is her birthday fic!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!!!! She specifically asked for an OT5 story, with some Momo-Ryoma twist within it. So I hope this meets her standards... now that we kind of have the set-up we can hope for humour in further chapters (woo!) so R&R. And all wish Siobhan a very happy birthday!!!