Tezuka had been merciless today. Ten laps for being late (a whole seventeen seconds), ten laps for grinning at the first ten laps, ten more laps for not running the second ten fast enough, and so on. Add to that a few practice matches that had him running from side to side on the baseline and Fuji was more than content to lose himself in a hot shower.

Spray dripping down him in a cascade, he reached for the shampoo bottle, grabbing nothing but empty air. "Didn't I...?" he started to ask himself, shrugging off the rest of the question. Obviously he had forgotten it.

"Yo, Inui~." He stood upright, poking his head out from behind the curtain. "Didn't grab my shampoo, would you snag it for me?"

Inui glanced up from his notebook to glance in the direction of the shower. It was out of the ordinary to be disturbed so early in his post-training review. It would not be for several minutes before any of the other teammates would finish their practice sessions, yet he had ample data to work with for the day. The two he wanted to observe had finished for the day, Tezuka to focus on individual members, Fuji being the voice disturbing his focused thoughts. "Shampoo?" he asked over the hum of the spraying water, his mind still equating his last tennis match with their buchou.

"Yes. It's in the green bottle in my racquet bag." Fuji's voice was tinny, echoing off the shower walls and the tiled bathroom floor. "I got soap but forgot shampoo."

Fuji. Shower. Soap. Inui's mind conjured up the images as he went to the task of retrieving the shampoo bottle. Orange ginger. Water. Skin. Though his walk to the showers was a leisurely one, but his expression was one of a leer by the time he stood at the side of the shower. He tapped the bottle at the edge of the curtain. "Shampoo."

"Mmm." Fuji poked his head out again, face wet and slightly flushed from the hot water, a puff of spicy citrus scent floating through the steam. "Thanks. You going to bathe, too?"

"I was thinking on it." Inui said, handing over the bottle. He reviewed the team's schedule, he had time. "I think I would like wash your hair." he said with a grin.

Fuji cast a long, appraising glance down Inui's tennis uniform and back up, ending with a bright, knowing smile. "Give it your best," he said, returning the bottle to Inui's hands and tugging the curtain shut. If that wasn't throwing the gauntlet down, he didn't know what would be.

Inui set the shampoo on the ground for a moment, only to properly disrobe and place his tennis uniform on the side. Shampoo bottle in hand, Inui stepped into the shower with Fuji.

Water slid in crystal trails down Fuji's back, which was to Inui, the curves of his rear end wet and smooth. The eyes that cut back across a damp shoulder at Inui seemed cast full of blue fire, hot enough to burn. He hoped his breathing wasn't too loud in the small space, too full of anticipation. He turned his head back towards the shower wall, swallowing a mouthful of water to banish the nervous dryness, and canted his body slightly to Inui for easy hair-washing. His heartbeat was deafening, drowning out all of the mental litanies he recited to keep a finger's grasp on self-control.

Inui set an appraising gaze at Fuji's form, his thoughts immediately veering to other things. He cleared his throat. 'Focus, Inui, focus...' he silently chanted to himself, pouring a little shampoo in his hand before setting the bottle aside. Combing the shampoo into Fuji's hair, he began to work the soap into a lather.

The prodigy made a purring sound of encouragement deep in his throat, concentrating on strong fingers massaging his scalp. Inui's hands were such a turn on anyways; despite the relative innocence of having his hair washed, his body was only too eager to react. He sucked in a sharp breath, wanting those hands someplace besides his hair.

Inui continued to massage Fuji's hair, long after he would declare it clean. He gently tipped the other boy's head underneath the showerhead, combing through the soft locks as the soap suds fell off the strands and down Fuji's shoulders and back. How he would enjoy following those trails. "Your hair is washed."

"Mmm." Reluctant to part from Inui's hands, Fuji nevertheless stepped away just enough to retrieve a bottle of shower gel. "More than just the hair is dirty...Professor." He backed up, shoulders coming flush against Inui's chest, wet skin against wet skin. "I hope...that today you don't want to stop there." His hand stroked down Inui's thigh, palm flat in a single, slow motion.

"Mm. That is also true." Inui hummed against Fuji's ear, the single touch against his thigh killing any resolve to behave himself. "And I don't want to." He poured a bit of shower gel into his hands before spreading it across Fuji's shoulders.

"Good." His muscles flexed beneath the skin, as if trying to draw those hands inside and hold them captive. It felt amazing, yet the slow, rhythmic motions kindled an urgency that needed to be satisfied. "Inui." The word was nearly a groan through Fuji's clenched teeth. "Lower."

"Patience." Inui murmured, feeling anything but patient himself. He continued to rub the shower gel into the skin of Fuji's arms, the cascading water clearing away his progress as he continued on his task. Adding more lather to his hands he started down along Fuji's chest. "Lower?" he queried, one hand tracing along the taunt lines of the other's abdomen.

Patience is the *last* thing on my mind right now! Fuji thought. Inui was certainly taking his sweet time in being thorough. Bloody sadist. "Yes...." So close, his hands were so close now, just a little farther. Fuji's hips thrust upwards, seeking contact, seeking touch.

Inui held his boyfriend's hip in a steady, yet kneading grip. "Here?" he asked, taking Fuji's erection lightly in his free hand. Inui took a deep breath, his heart drumming heavily against his chest.

The prodigy made a strangled sound, his left hand slapping hard against the shower wall, supporting him so his knees didn't swirl right down the drain with the flood of water. "Holy shit, yes." They had touched through clothing before, sometimes incidental, sometimes deliberate, but nothing could surpass the sheer rush of sensation contained in skin on skin, calloused palm to smooth flesh. Hips thrust again, burning for more. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."

"Even if practice concludes early?" Inui whispered in a low tone, his hand still moving in slow rhythmic strokes. He dipped his head to kiss the juncture between Fuji's head and shoulder, nipping at the skin there.

"I'm..." oh, yes, yes, right there! "...reasonably sure you wouldn't have...nnh!...jumped in my shower if you calculated that practice would end early." It had been far too long since someone else had done this for him, his body having adjusted back to his own masturbatory habits and patterns, and every bit of him felt alive with the unknown.

"I have been known to be wrong." Inui smiled against Fuji's shoulder, encouraged by the noises by his boyfriend to increase the pace of his hand.

Fuji's response was wordless and guttural, his toes trying to curl into the tile. The world seemed to be fading away , the only thing left Inui's hand stroking him and sliding around him intimately. "Harder," he managed to gasp out, feeling that familiar tension building, building. "Faster. I need..."

Inui steadily increased his pace along Fuji's shaft, the hand at the other boy's hip kneading. He ran his lips along the side of Fuji's neck, lapping at the moisture that rested above his boyfriend's erratic pulse.

Inui, Inui, Inui! Between the friction and the hot water and Inui's mouth on his neck, Fuji felt the edges of his vision starting to collapse, orgasm taking over with an almost vicious glee. His fingernails scrabbled for purchase against the shower wall, his breath coming in short, frantic catches as his cock spasmed in Inui's hand, dribbles of pearly white fluid swirling the flat copper drain.

Holding Fuji close, Inui slowed his strokes as he listened to the other boy's uneven breath, a victorious smile hidden against Fuji's shoulder.

The solid weight of Inui's body was all that kept Fuji from melting into the floor. Words felt difficult to form, the mental lassitude setting in, a strange sort of comfort coming with release. Part of him acknowledged it was awkward, realizing they were both standing (well, Inui was standing, he was only technically upright) naked in one of the clubroom showers, water beading on their skin. The rest of him found anything resembling care or shame to be foreign concepts, and as was often true with Fuji that part held the dominant mindset. Thoughts clearing, hormones sliding ascendant again, his gaze was fiery blue as he turned to face his partner, roaming over Inui's body with more than a hint of suggestion. "Can you tell me exactly how long we have until we'll have company in the clubroom?"

"Five to ten minutes...error margin of three minutes." Inui answered after a pause, Fuji's gaze making his heart skip faster in his chest.

"That's not much time." The constraint, however, nearly tripled the heat in Fuji's eyes. "Not to worry, you won't last that long," the prodigy added, flicking his wet hair back from his face with both hands and dropping to his knees, his goal clear. After all, the primary sexual organ was the mind, and he had just planted the seductive seeds of intent and outcome in Inui's. The rest would be easy, Fuji thought, steadying himself with hands on Inui's upper thighs and sliding his mouth just over the head of Inui's erection.

"There's not time for-" Inui started to say through momentary confusion only to have his words meld into a loud, strangled sound. He stepped back against the wall of the shower instinctively, trying to regain lucidness and some measure of control. Then again, Fuji did say he wouldn't last long.

Edging on his knees, Fuji followed, fingers instructing without words that Inui should stay still and just enjoy the ride. After all, a boy's first blowjob only happens once.

With authority, Fuji branded Inui as his own with tongue and teeth, all while moving no more than a few centimeters in an up-down motion. Lick, suck, softly blow and tease with teeth, repeat in any and all order. His mind counted the seconds on autopilot, a clicking metronome reminding him of time's passage. He lowered his jaw, concentrated on relaxing, and plunged further, intimately wrapping Inui in a shield of solid, wet heat.

"I, ngh, I can't-" Inui managed to say between erratic breaths, his vocabulary reduced to nothing but faint moans and grunts. He felt electrified, every motion new sensation placed on his body sending an almost unbearable tremor through his entire body. He wasn't even sure if he was standing upright anymore, or the water slowly losing its warmth, only the tension that had built up through the weeks returning in full and eager to be released.

The sensation of laughter (if not quite the sound) shivered through the prodigy's body as he turned every whit of his vaunted genius towards the task at hand, mindless of the hard press of tile against his knees or the embrace of water barely skimming lukewarm. Months of dirty thoughts and private fantasies had built up inside his mind, laying the groundwork for this unconventional moment. Fuji liked it, liked it in a way that started stimulating his body to alertness again, and made a mental note to include water as part of future encounters, real and fanciful. Going even deeper, Fuji slid his hands around Inui's wet hips to control the angle, sucking him with vigor. Just let go, Professor, he silently willed him, tightening his mouth with each stroke.

A sound between a cry and a moan became trapped in Inui's throat as his entire body tensed. Thoughts were completely removed from the basest of instincts, he exhaled loudly as the tension quickly left him, his body nearly bowing forward by the spasms that coursed through him.

Bitter liquid flooded Fuji's throat and he released Inui from his mouth, his backside coming to rest against his heels. The water felt like icicles down his back, any pretense of warmth lost, but despite the chill cooling his ardor he grinned a remorseless grin, scrubbing one hand in slow motion across his lower lip to chase away any remaining droplets before they dried to uncomfortable stickiness. "Well," he began, knowing from personal experience Inui might only be half-hearing him, a good round of mouth-love tended to run a male's mind in a feedback loop of 'mmm, more' for several minutes, "was that as good as you'd imagined it?" The grin took on a wicked sort of sparkle, shameless to the core. "Definitely better than doing it by yourself in the shower, hmm?"

Understated! His mind answered loudly, but his vocabulary was slow to form in his brain. Do that again, I don't think I got all of the notes last time. "Mmmhmm," Inui answered after giving up on a full sentence, letting his body slip to the floor as he let his breath return to normal. While his consciousness slowly returned itself to a lucid state, he glanced almost dumbly at Fuji. "There is no hot water."

"Brilliant deduction, Holmes." Fuji poked the tip of Inui's nose with his finger, then reached up to turn off the water. He would never quite think of this particular shower stall the same way again." That usually means it's time to get out. How much time does your margin of error say we have left?"

"I would tell you if I was aware of the time." Inui said as he rubbed at his nose. "Though there is a high probability that it is less than the last time you asked." He smirked at his own joke, feeling quite pleased with the world.

Note to self: a hummer makes the Professor smug. "Ah, interesting," the prodigy's voice lilted to echo off the small shower. "I must share with the rest of the world that I have found a way to break Inui Sadaharu's data. " Smirking back, Fuji rose to his feet, all lissome limbs and angles, steadying himself with one hand on the shower wall. He opened the curtain just enough to peek through, cocking an ear to listen for any early arrivals in the locker room. "I think we're in the clear, but we'd better run for it."

"Any claims made public will be denied." Inui answered as he slowly rose to his feet, his legs feeling as if his tendons were made out of rubber. "And expediting an exit would be a wise choice."

Fuji shook off his feet and stepped out of the shower, the rings scraping against the rod as he whipped the vinyl curtain open. "Good plan." A wadded-up towel hit Inui at the solar plexus, Fuji disappearing through the door halfway wearing another towel. Both dressed in a hurry, taking little time to whisk water out of hair, and left the clubroom with just about twenty-seven seconds to spare.

Consequently, there was no one there to blame when the rest of Seigaku endured very cold showers.