Interesting Data

Notes from Experiment Log, March 15^th:

Recipe #236

Ingredients: Spinach, Tomatoes, Peppers, ,Zucchini, Carrots, Protein Supplement, Water, Lemon Juice, Seltzer Water

Purpose: Improve endurance and energy levels.

Status: Discontinued

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Inui tapped his chin lightly as he stared at his blender. The blender was full of innocuous-looking ingredients: fresh vegetables and fruit. Several bottles of substances that looked decidedly less innocuous were lined up neatly on the countertop.

He eyed them.

He was a scientist, and his scientific brain factored greatly in the production of his line of nutritional juices, but sometimes it was as much an art as it was a science.

Particularly, he thought as he picked up a beaker full of purple bubbling liquid, when it came to the more specialized ingredients.

He dumped have the beaker into his blender and smiled at the satisfying sizzle, before carefully fastening the lid on the appliance and turning it on.

The door slid open as he hit the switch, and Inui glanced behind him.

“Ah, Fuji,” he said with a smile. “Wasn’t practice over some time ago?”

The other senior shrugged. “Yes, but I was trying out a few things.”

“Ah,” replied Inui. He turned back to his whirring blender, a smirk on his face.

“New juice?” asked Fuji. Inui nodded absently. “I look forward to trying it, then.

“What’s in this one?”

Inui calmly rattled off the ingredients.

“Sounds good,” commented Fuji with a wicked grin. “Though I’m sure my opinion won’t be shared.”

Inui smiled down at the boy who had wandered over to his experiment space, and was now calmly perusing the ingredients he had laid out.

“It rarely is,” Inui stated. “Most people don’t appreciate your mind.”

Fuji’s smile widened a little bit, and he opened his eyes, pinning his taller friend with a laser-sharp gaze. “But you do, right?”

Inui leaned down. “Of course,” he murmured.

When he had first met Fuji, he had decided that a relationship between he and the tensai would probably not work. Fuji was, on the surface, sweet, kind, and gentle, and most people would never see him as anything but that.

In reality, Fuji was extremely intelligent, slightly sadistic, and impossible to categorize.

Inui knew that. He had spent the better part of his junior high days trying to gauge Fuji’s strength, and had, in some ways, failed more at that than he had at gauging Tezuka’s.

Still, Fuji was extremely attractive, Inui mused as he pulled away. And he seemed…interested.

Inui had gathered enough data over the course of the past three years to recognize that, at least.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” he asked conversationally.

Fuji’s smile flashed. “Of course it is, Inui.” He brushed light hair away from his face and tilted his head up. “Are you denying yourself the opportunity to collect more data?”

Inui’s own smile widened a bit. “Not at all, Fuji,” he commented as he crowded the slim tennis player against the hard graphite counter. “I’m sure that this experience will provide me with some interesting…insights.” He brushed his lips against Fuji's own, a light, inquisitive kiss that quickly became hard and demanding.

Fuji didn’t seem to mind the change, leaning into the kiss and returning it with as much demand as Inui was.

They broke apart, gasping for breath. “Any interesting insights yet, Inui?” asked Fuji.

“I’ll let you know when I’ve had time to analyze the data,” returned Inui with a smile. He took off his glasses, sticking them in his shirt pocket, and then picked Fuji up under his arms and set him down on an empty space on the counter.

Fuji’s eyebrows rose. It hadn’t been long ago that Inui wouldn’t have been able to do that, no matter how light his partner was. “I see your training menu is working out well for you,” he said.

“It does seem to be having unexpected benefits, doesn’t it?” said Inui. He started to unbutton Fuji’s plain cotton shirt, sliding it off the tensai’s shoulders before pausing.

The school and tennis uniforms really did manage to hide a lot, he mused; Fuji was even better developed than he had supposed.

Fuji’s bone structure was too fine for him ever to have an obviously muscular body, and in his clothing he appeared more slender than he was.

But Fuji had muscles that stretched across his bones with a deceptive kind of strength. It was extremely attractive.

Fuji lifted his hands off the graphite counter and flicked his shirt off, tossing it negligently across the room, before leaning back to wriggle out of his pants. The black fabric pooled on the floor under his dangling feet.

Inui kicked them out of the way, before he leaned over his friend. He smirked. “Nice boxers, Fuji,” he said.

“Thank you,” replied the tensai. “They’ve always been my favorites.”

The shorts in question were a pale orchid color, with small, bright green cacti scattered all over them. They were cute and whimsical, and Inui wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to look at his friend ever again without remembering them.

It would make future practices interesting.

“I haven’t seen yours yet, though,” noted Fuji. His hands reached up and started to slip the buttons open on Inui’s shirt. “Am I the only one who’s going to play show and tell?” he asked.

“Of course not,” said Inui. “Mine aren’t nearly as interesting, however.” While Fuji worked on his shirt, he worked at his pants, efficiently unbuttoning them and shoving them down to tangle with Fuji’s on the floor. “See?” he said.

Fuji eyed them critically. They were black cotton, with no distinguishing traits. “They’re very nice,” he commented. “Very functional.”

Inui raised his eyebrows. “Thank you, Fuji.”  He kissed the tensai again, smoothing his fingers down Fuji’s back as he did so.

“But I’m sure you won’t mind if we dispense with them, right?” he said as he broke the kiss. His eyes, for once not hidden behind his glasses, gleamed with intent.

Fuji’s smiled as he hooked his fingers in Inui’s waistband and slowly pulled the briefs down. “I’m more interested in what’s under them, anyway,” he said.

They joined the pile of fabric on the floor. Fuji’s own boxers soon followed.

Inui stroked long-fingered hands up Fuji’s legs and smiled when his friend sighed in pleasure. “It’s good?” he asked, whispering into Fuji’s ear as he leaned forward.

“Yes,” hissed the tensai as he brought his knees up towards his chest.

“Good,” said Inui in return. He leaned over Fuji, brushing his fingertips lightly over the length of his partner’s cock, before rubbing at the slit.

Fuji hissed again, softly. “I’m not in the mood for games today, Inui,” he said.

“Oh?” asked Inui. “How unusual for you.” For a moment he considered teasing Fuji despite the other’s request to the contrary.

But it wasn’t really a good idea to irritate their tensai, as he had seen as far back as their first year at Seigaku.

Inui pulled open a drawer to his right, and extracted a small bottle he had hidden there.

It was nothing fancy; simple baby oil that he used on his skin after working with too many chemicals. But it would certainly work for this purpose, as well.

Inui coated his fingers and carefully swirled one around Fuji’s opening, carefully watching his partner’s face as he did so.

He was a little surprised when he slid a finger in, and Fuji winced.

“Have you never done this before?” he asked.

Fuji took a few deep breaths before he spoke. “Not this way,” he gasped. His eyes opened, and it seemed that they were particularly predatory in the dying light of the late afternoon. “I’m usually…in the other position.”

“I see,” said Inui. He smiled. “It will give you a new perspective, next time, don’t you think?” He added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Fuji further.

“Some new points to consider,” he added, arching his fingers and brushing them lightly against Fuji’s prostate.

The smaller tennis player arched, gasping. “I’ll certainly take this experience under consideration,” he said with a gasp.

“Information is always valuable,” agreed Inui. He slid his fingers out of Fuji, and slicked himself liberally with the oil. “This will hurt,” he added, as he placed one knee on the counter next to Fuji’s hip.

“I know,” said Fuji.

Inui smiled again, and entered Fuji in one smooth thrust. He paused, trying to let his friend get used to the sensation.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” gasped Fuji, gritting his teeth. His hands were gripping the edges of the counter hard, so hard that his knuckles were completely white.

Inui peeled one small hand off the counter and linked Fuji’s fingers with his own. “It stops hurting after awhile,” he said

Fuji opened his eyes and gave the data specialist a level stare. “What?” asked Inui.

Fuji smirked a little. “Nothing,” he said. “Just that that’s usually my line.” He paused. “It doesn’t hurt much anymore,” he added.

Inui grinned. “Good,” he said.

He started to move, and neither one of them spoke for quite some time after that.

***

Fuji opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

Inui was still sprawled on top of him, and the data tennis specialist’s breathing was slowly returning to normal.

Fuji sighed, unwinding his legs from around Inui’s hips. He was probably going to be sore in the morning.

But it was certainly worth it, he thought with a smirk. He had a whole new perspective.

“Inui,” he murmured, smiling when he got an incoherent mumble in response. “We should get up.”

“Yeah,” managed Inui. Later, he thought, he would have to make some notes about Fuji’s fast recovery rate. It was probably applicable to tennis as well.

Inui started to roll over when he felt Fuji’s hand on his arm. He leveled an inquiring glance at the smaller senior.

“Careful,” Fuji said with a smile. “It looks like there was a bit of a…mishap over there.”

Inui looked where Fuji was indicating, and sighed. The juice. He have to chalk this up as an incomplete experiment now.

Fuji grinned at him. “I’ll help you clean it up,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“On one condition,” Fuji continued blithely.

Inui paused and turned back to his partner, giving him a wary look. “Condition?” he repeated.

“Yes,” said Fuji with an almost predatory smile. “I get to be seme, next time.” He tipped his head at Inui. “You can’t possibly get accurate data unless you view it from all angles, can you?”

Inui shrugged, and started methodically wiping the counters down, occasionally stealing glances at Fuji, who was doing the same.

He wondered what he was getting himself into, and if it was really a good idea.

Then again, he thought, as the corners of his mouth tipped up, it would certainly make for very interesting data.

~fin

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