Let's hear it for the boys (3/6)
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wendyjolyTitle: Let’s hear it for the boys
Author: WendyJoly
Beta: The indispensable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jtaytt
Length: Chaptered
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Pairing: Sakumiya (Sho Sakurai X Ninomiya Kazunari) , Junba (Matsumoto Jun X Aiba Masaki), special guest : Ikuta Toma, Tomoya Nagase, Juri Ueno
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari is a heartbroken columnist for a national paper. Repeatedly unhappy in love, he ends by elaborating a theory telling that gay people are meant to be unfaithful, that’s it is in their nature. The day his boss asks him to be hired in a gay club to write a series of article on the subject, he doesn’t think twice and accept this one-time opportunity.
Third drink
Nino dashed outside of the restaurant, his heart beating like a drum in an area where heart had nothing to do. He was disturbed and felt a sudden burst of anger overwhelming his whole body. Holy fuck, he knew too well this sensation. His legs were like jelly, his mind was running wild and once out onto the street, he stopped momentarily to catch his breath.
This is the first time he kissed someone since he broke up with Kato and he more or less lost the method, or so that’s what he thought. For how many years did he swear to himself that he would never, ever have a crush for a het, at any price?
Particularly this kind of het. Sakurai was a player, dishonest -since he was unable to tell his mother frankly why he refused to be married – cynical and so conscious of his sexiness.
Nino grabbed his cell phone in his pocket and took the call, hoping it was not him.
“Hi?”
“Nino, it’s me. Where are you? I’m waiting for you!”
Aiba. Nino totally forgot that he had to visit the house tonight and he was not precisely in the mood for this kind of obligation.
“I sent you the address.”
Okay, apparently he didn’t have any choice, but to give up. After all, perhaps it was better to not stay alone for the moment, he needed to think about something else, and Aiba would be perfect for the role. Nino hailed a cab and gave the name of the road where he lived to the driver even if he had no real intention of moving in with Aiba.
The taxi left Nino in a very nice area, named Saga-Toriimoto, explaining that the streets were traditional and preserved here and that he should walk to reach the house.
Nino expected a lot of things but absolutely not this kind of mansion and such a beautiful place. He followed the quiet flagged street, enjoying the sweet night air, the wonderful scenery that was so unreal in this 21 century, forgetting finally his awful boss and this catastrophic restaurant scene as he was willingly lost in this enchanted maze.
He finally knocked at the wooden door and Aiba immediately opened it. Nino had the feeling that he was facing a stranger. Forgot all those fancy outfits he used to wear at the club, he was wearing a cropped pants and one of the knitted slip-over with Norwegian pattern.
“Come on in.”
He handed Nino the slippers and guided him into the house. Nino didn’t know if he expected a kind of trap but it was a true real estate visit, serious and so far from the Aiba he knew at the club. They were wandering from room to room and he told Nino that his family lived in the area since generations, that he hoped to buy this house one day.
“This was the bedroom of my ex-roommate. He left some stuff but if you don’t want to use them, he will retrieve them. There’s only one bathroom, it’s an old house but it’s very big, it’s easy to share it. What else…ah, the kitchen! I can cook and you?”
“Yeah, I’m single after all.”
“True. So?”
“So?” Nino arched his eyebrows, red-caught while he was daydreaming, already imagining how it would be to live in such a beautiful house.
“Do you think you could live here?”
Oh fuck, yes he could. This house was wonderful and had a real soul that Nino would have to dream to find in Tokyo. Living with Aiba? Frankly before this visit, it was absolutely impossible in Nino’s mind, but in this place he seemed so…normal and calm. Probably the good vibrations of the house. And it was big enough for him to have a real private space.
“I… I totally could.”
Aiba ran to Nino and hugged him strongly, making him gasp then released him, a bright smile adorning his face.
“Since you live at the hotel, I guess you can move in right away!”
“Don’t be so enthusiastic, it’s embarrassing. I’ll move in tomorrow, I swear. But I don’t know how long I’ll stay at Kyoto.”
“Don’t mind. I’m so happy you accepted to live here, you save my life.”
The next day, Nino landed in the same area, his big suitcase rolling noisily on the street. He greeted the shop owners, all of them in kimono and entered the house with the key Aiba insisted on giving him the previous day. It smelled honey and wood, and as Nino approached the kitchen a delicious breakfast odour reached his nose.
“Tadaima.”
“Okaeri Nino! Sit down, I cooked for you.”
Nino didn’t know if Aiba would do this every day but he could easily get used to this treatment. He didn’t talk about the outing with Sakurai, he was not confident enough to do so, but yet he couldn’t help but wonder if Aiba would guess by himself.
They arrived together at the club, by the end of the day, and if Nino dared to think that they would come in discreetly… it was a total disillusion. Sakurai and Matsumoto were chatting vividly behind the counter and as Nino and Aiba were passing the threshold they stared at them, making silence awkward.
“Hi guys! What’s up?” yelled Aiba waving at them, Nino looked at his shoes, trying to avoid Sakurai’s insisting gaze on him.
“What’s up?! We should be the ones asking, since when are you together?” said Matsumoto arching his thick eyebrows.
“We’re living together, Nino and I.” He put his arm around Nino’s shoulder and if his first reaction was to push it, he held himself back. Why should he? After all, he had nothing to hide…concerning his relationship with Aiba at least.
“Oh true, your roommate left. Good for you, Nino, isn’t it?”
Nino moaned an unintelligible answer to Matsumoto as Sakurai was lighting a cigarette, turning his back to them.
“Come, we’re going to change.” Aiba dragged Nino by the wrist to the restroom and the latter was almost grateful to him, even if he generally disliked his teenage girl’s manners.
“Did something happen with Sho-kun?” He said to Nino as he was changing his T-shirt for the one with the club’s logo.
“Not particularly, why do you ask?”
“Don’t know, he’s strange, that’s all.”
“He’s always strange, kind of alien…”
“On contrary he’s pretty simple, usually. He could be rough sometimes, but he rarely keeps his mouth shut, especially when he has the occasion to tease his employees.”
“I don’t understand this guy anyway.”
Aiba stared at him straightforwardly, and Nino opened his eyes wide interrogatively.
“What?!” He couldn’t endure this annoying silence.
“You are hiding something…tell me!”
“Go to Hell.”
“At home?”
“I already regret living with you.” Nino mumbled and went out of the restroom to escape his inquisitive look.
The club was opening when they reached the dance floor and at least Nino wouldn’t have to answer to Aiba or to talk to Sakurai. The latter was clearly embarrassed, it was so unusual, but the journalist couldn’t help noticing how much he tried to talk to him, yet each time Nino escaped his pitiful attempts.
He regretted, he shouldn’t have ask for a favour, they were colleagues and he was not that kind of men, etc…Nino knew by heart the manual of the perfect gentleman’s excuses and frankly he didn’t want to waste his time to hear this.
“Masaki-kun, could you take care of the orders for a moment for me?” He cornered Aiba after two hours of work.
“Why?”
“The man is here again.” Nino pointed Jun’s stalker, who was bent over his usual table. “I’ll talk to him.”
Nino knew it was a chance he won’t let pass and as expected, Aiba massaged his shoulders and pushed him toward the guy.
Jun was climbing to his turntable and Nino approached him “Excuse me?”
The guy hid his paper and Nino sat down without any invitation.
“I’m a waiter here, I’m Nino, enchanted.”
“I know who you are.” Frowned the stalker, making a small funny pout."Ohno. Nice to meet you."
He was disturbing him, clearly and Nino began to rise to leave him alone…but he saw Sakurai leaving the bar, walking in his direction, so he stuck the platter on his stomach and tried once again.
“You’re at this very place each night at the same hour, when Jun-kun begins to play music, perhaps…could you talk to him, I mean~”
“No way!!”
He finally managed to wake him up and to be frank, it amused him now.
“You’re in love with him?”
“Certainly not!” He gathered his papers, as if Nino had offended him.
“Excuse me but you’re in a gay club, you stay only for Jun’s performance, it makes sense.”
“I’m a mangaka!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Mangaka.”
He handed him a sheet, and Nino could only appreciate his skill. Jun was behind the turntables, an earphone between his ear and his shoulder, like he usually does.
“It’s…great! Jun-kun is your model?”
“Until recently, I drew shojo manga, but~”
“But?”
“A few weeks ago, my editor asked me to draw a new kind of shojo, more…yaoi.”
“Yaoi?”
“I’m not a specialist and I heard about this club, sounded to be the perfect place to find inspiration. And, I saw them.”
“Them?”
He moved his chin to point Aiba, who was dancing on the dance floor.
“Masaki and Jun-kun?”
He nodded awkwardly.
“And you’re drawing them for your manga? Like a couple?!”
“Exactly. They seem to have a good chemistry, isn’t it?”
“Not really, they are more like good friends. Jun-kun is very reliable, manly and Masaki is more fanciful.”
“Could you tell me something about them?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you think they could be together?”
“Really…I don’t.”
He hung the head, piqued and Nino suddenly wondered if I have been too harsh, if the mangaka was vexed. Did he lose his ability to listen others? He leaned forward, capturing the man’s attention.
“Look. I just moved in with Masaki, simple roommate, and he wants to celebrate, would you come too?”
“Yeah?” Ohno beamed and Nino nodded to cheer him up. They were exchanging their numbers and Nino sent him off to the entrance.
“So?!” Asked Masaki, making Nino jump.
“He’s cool, and I invited him to our party.”
“So let’s celebrate!?”
Aiba screamed loudly, almost covering the music and Nino already deeply regretted this moment of weakness toward the weird mangaka….
♥♣♥
“So, how was the dinner?”
Sho looked at his friend pensively, wondering if he had to tell the entire truth about his catastrophic outing.
“The good news is that my mother stopped calling me. I guess that’s what I looked for.”
“And the bad one?” Said Jun, sliding behind the counter to prepare a coffee for his boss.
“Hm?”
“You began with ‘the good news’ it implies there’s a bad one, isn’t it?”
“I kissed Nino.”
Jun bit the inner of his cheeks to not laugh, nodding funnily.
“What?!”
“Hm hm…nothing.” Sho waited the inevitable ‘but’ “But he’s cute.”
“I’m not gay, it was to fool my mother.”
“What a noble sacrifice. What did he say?”
“That I shouldn’t kiss him without his permission.”
“Does it mean there will be another kissing session?”
Sho sighed and elbowing to the counter, rest his chin on his palm. Jun mocked openly his pensive gaze.
“Stop lau~”
“Hi guys! What’s up?”
Sho turned back to face the new incomers and he frowned surreptitiously.
“What’s up?! We should be the ones asking, since when are you together?” asked Jun to answer to Sho’s silent interrogation.
“We’re living together, Nino and I.”
“Oh true, your roommate left. Good for you, Nino, isn’t it?”
Sho fetched his package of cigarette on the counter and lighted one to keep his burst of anger to himself. He was so pissed off by this lack of consideration. Intimate relationships were forbidden between employees and knowing Aiba, it won’t be long before he tried his luck.
“Come, we’re going to change.” Aiba dragged Nino with him to the restroom and Sho tsked when they disappeared.
“He wants to lay him.” said Sho irritated.
“And so? You too…”
“I…I don’t want to lay him, I’m het.”
“Stop repeating it, sounds like you try to convince yourself. You’re not gay, true…but with Nino, bi for sure.”
“Fuck you.”
Sho left his high chair and Jun laughed meanly. Of course he wasn’t gay. You don’t become gay because you kissed a guy once. Isn’t it? And how many hours did Aiba and Nino need to change?!
He went to the stairs but the two waiters were climbing down, chatting joyfully. Until they crossed his gaze. That’s exactly why Sho refused intimate relationships...things got awkward after and he hated awkwardness.
He had to talk to Nino, to explain to him. That he liked this kiss, that he regretted, not the kiss by itself but the fact that he didn’t ask before. He wanted to say that he won’t ever kiss him without asking him in advance…even if it was a useless precaution since they would never have to kiss again.
=+=
Yet, despite all his attempts, Nino avoided him very skilfully. This guy was a real master in this matter and not once Sho managed to touch the subject. He was charming with everybody but him, and Sho’s frustration grew up with each passing hour, it was so irritating. Even with the weirdo, Jun’s stalker he was nicer…tsk.
Sho caught Masaki as he retrieved his orders.
“What is he doing?” He pointed at Nino who just showed the man out.
“He wants to know him. It’s great, isn’t it?”
“Why would it be great?”
“Because we’ll finally know what the guy was doing all this time. Nino invited him to the party we’re organizing.”
“Which party?”
“To celebrate Nino’s moving in! You’ll come?”
“Yeah. Count me in. But no need to tell him I’ll be there.”
“You know Boss, you have a huge problem of communication with him. You should talk.”
“He avoids me!”
“You should insist, he’s nice. I like him a lot.”
Holy shit. Sho knew too well Masaki to take this little sentence like an innocent remark. He frowned and turned his back to his waiter to prepare a new cocktail that no one ordered.
=+=
Since when did this beautiful house become the Lights annex?
Nino was at the bottom of the stairs, unable to believe that his beautiful house became a nightclub in such a short time. The house was in the dark, with some flashy spotlights illuminating a crowd of familiar faces dancing on an electronic music. He spotted Aiba swaying in the middle of the dance floor joyfully, his arms up and walked straight to him grabbing his wrist to drag him in a corner where he could be heard. Aiba handed him a paper goblet and Nino smelled something like vodka in it.
"What's this mess?!"
"It's not a mess, it's a party."
"And what's the difference with our nights at work?”
“We have the right to drink, party with the others and perhaps find a nice guy to spend the night with.”
“But everybody's here, even the go-go dancers!"
“They are the best part of the club!”
“Masaki-kun...you're so exasperating...”
"Toma insisted on coming when I told him that it was for you. I think he wants to visit your new bedroom if you know what I mean..."
Nino sighed desperately and avoided on purpose to look at the gorgeous dancer. He was totally aware that Toma had a soft spot for him, the guy was far from being subtle and Nino couldn't deny he wasn't tempted. Who wouldn't be?
"He's cute, isn't it?"
"He is. But we're employed, the both of us, plus I'm not looking for an affair."
"But we're home, not at work here. And when was the last time you got laid?”
“I'm not laid...I make love.”
“Oh I see.” Masaki grinned mockingly “That's the problem with you. You're too strict. Who cares if you spend a good time with this splendid dancer? Let yourself go for once. This is your party after all...and by the way, the Boss should be here already. Maybe I saw him in the kitchen two minutes ago~”
Nino couldn't believe that his fanciful roommate had set such an obvious trap for him to find a lover. And above all, he couldn't believe that he didn't see it coming. What did he think he would find by accepting a party to celebrate his moving? A dinner around a table with classical music in background?
Yet...somehow he hoped that Sakurai would come tonight. He was still angry for the kiss they exchanged but more at himself than at Sakurai. He thought about it, a lot, and he really liked it. By itself it was a huge problem. His boss was his boss, above all het and it was the worst moment to fall for someone. He cursed his weak heart more than once those past days and he finally drew a line on the man, locking this silly crush in a corner of his heart in order to forget immediately. At least, he tried. Yet it was hard to act as nothing happened and he still found it difficult acting unaffected in his presence.
Seeing him outside of the club, in his own place would help them to re-establish the dialogue. After all, they get along pretty well before the kiss.
“Come on the dance floor with me, Toma's waving at you.”
Nino waved back shyly. He didn't want to give in to a stupid physical attraction like all those guys. But Toma was staring at him insistently, a light of lust which made Nino blushing in a blink of eye. He spotted his savior on the doorstep.
“Ohno-san is here!”
“Ohno-san?” asked Masaki puzzled.
“Jun's stalker.”
Nino kept for himself the fact that he was Masaki's stalker too, like the story of the yaoi manga he had to draw for his editor. He wanted to help him, the best he could, that something at least turn right at this party. Jun was nowhere to be seen but since Aiba, this traitor invited Sakurai without asking him first, Nino supposed they were even.
“Ohno-san! You came.”
“I was not really sure though...” The mangaka grimaced comically.
“Masaki-kun is right behind me and Jun-kun should be in my kitchen. It's now or never to try to approach them, to show them you're not a creepy stalker.”
“A creepy stalker?!” said the man visibly offended.
“By coming each night, watching Jun-kun alone from your table when he works, what did you imagine they think you are? A creepy stalker. But you're nice, show them.”
“I'm not...now I know they find me scary, I think I want to go back home.”
“No way!” said Nino putting his arms around Ohno's shoulders. “I'll show you around, okay? We'll talk with some guys on our way, like a warm-up before the real take.”
“...Okay.”
Nino offered him a drink, took one for himself, horrified that he was now totally okay with the sound level – this job would kill him thought the young man for the nth time-and they went to the kitchen, which almost as crowded as the living room.
Jun was laughing with some guys of the club and a girl Nino never saw before but found vaguely familiar.
“Hi guys.”
“Oh Nino, nice house!” Jun grabbed Nino’s shoulder, dragging him by his side.
“Thanks I love it too. And you are?” said Nino reaching out. The pretty girl shook his hand vigorously.
“Matsumoto Juri, I'm Jun's sister.”
“Oh great. I didn’t know Jun-kun had a sister.”
“I'm a nurse and you work with my brother?” She was the spitting image of Jun, she could have been his twin.
“Yeah, I'm a waiter. By the way, where is the hellish boss?”
“I'm here.” said Sakurai behind Nino's back.
Crap. He felt miserable now but he had to stand firm. He had to remember that he was mad at Sakurai, he couldn't feel guilty, especially not for something this man deserved.
“Jun-kun, Sakurai-san, this is Ohno-san one of our regulars.”
“Komban wa.” The mangaka bowed at the two men politely.
“Would you like something to drink?” offered Jun, grabbing Ohno's elbow, ignoring the glass he already had in the hand. His sister followed with a luminous smile. Well...at least someone was happy tonight thought Nino, swallowing his drink in one go, grimacing and coughing. Sakurai tapped his back gently and Nino raised the hand to thank him the best he could.
“Don't blame Masaki-kun, I invited myself. I assumed you didn't want to see me here.”
“I...sorry.”
“Perhaps would you let me apologize properly for my misconduct at the restaurant? I swear I won't kiss you without your consent. Ever.”
Nino was about to argue once more but the sincere contrite tone cut him. Perhaps it will work after all, Sakurai sounded sincere.
“Okay. I'm glad that we can forget about that despicable incident. But I think the best for us is to stay away from each other from now. I feel very uncomfortable with you for now. Perhaps later...”
When I'd be able to talk to you without feeling this silly crush knocking at the door, thought Nino, ashamed.
“You're so...honest! It's stupefying.” Sho smirked and took a sip of what seemed to be a mere lemonade.
“Yet I accept your apologies. If you don't mind, I'll go back to the living room now.”
“I will come with you.”
Nino barely hid his sigh and went back to the dance floor, where Toma grabbed his hips to dance with him.
“I'm glad to see you finally on the fun side of the party.” said the dancer in his ear, sliding a hand to his butt in the process. Nino swayed a bit, avoided Masaki's encouraging smiles but Toma approached him and soon they were dancing entwined. “Let yourself go.” whispered Toma in his ear.
Nino wasn't sure he was still talking about dancing but it was good to be in his arms. Alcohol helping, he boldly snaked his arms around the man's neck and when the other pecked his lips to thank him for the dance, he didn't protest.
He walked away, finding a little unoccupied space on a couch. He found another drink on a table and drank it. What a party...
Jun and his sister were discussing with Ohno, the three of them sat on a table and for the very first time, Nino noticed Masaki's gaze on the taller. It was only a glimpse and for someone less observing, it would have been totally invisible but he seemed to be...jealous?!
“You know the relationships between employees are forbidden, don't you?” groaned Sakurai sitting by Nino's side.
“Yet they would be cute together.”
“I'm talking about you!”
“We're not at work, Boss.” said Nino more dryly than he had wished.
“Because you'll stop flirting with Ikuta once the Lights doors passed?”
“We're not flirting.”
“No you were making out on the dance floor.”
Nino turned the head to face his Boss and the latter was red with anger.
“I owe you nothing else than my hours of works. Boss.” Nino was shocked by his own harshness. Why did he let this man irritate him so much?
“Time's up!” Masaki sat between the two men and put his arms around both their shoulders. “Now stop fighting and tell me what happened between you.”
“Nothing.”/”We kissed.” answered Nino and Sakurai at the same time.
“Oh, I see...” smiled Masaki mimicking Jun's reaction. “Yet. You are meant to get along, whatever you're pretending. You have a lot in common.”
“Really?” said Nino doubtfully.
“For example...Sakurai-kun loves ice-cream just like you.”
“And like everybody on Earth.” Nino groaned wryly.
“Okay...he likes books just like you and don't tell me like everybody, he likes the kind of books you like. Tell me your favorite book in my ear.”
Reluctantly Nino leaned on his neighbor and hushed the title of the book in his ear. Then Sakurai did the same and Nino hid an amused smile.
“Now your favorite poem.”
Same game, and when Aiba straightened up he moved back on the couch barely hiding a victorious smile.
“Can you tell me some lines of this poem?” Aiba said visibly amused.
It was pretty simple for the journalist to be honest. He knew some poems by heart, even if he used to hide it -it was definitely too revealing about his romantic aspirations- but one thing was for sure, he would remember this one until the end of his life.
“Ah love, let us be true to one another...”
“...And we are here as on darkling plain, swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, where ignorant armies clash by night.” achieved Sho.
“Okayyyy...” said Aiba after a moment, patting their thighs. “You two should get married and make tones of babies. I take my leave if you don't mind and I'm sure you don't~”
Holy crap. How could he repress this skip of beat now? Was it already too late to make a step back, thought Nino.
“So you…like Matthew Arnolds?” He mumbled after an endless silence.
“He's my favorite poet.” So he had a favorite poet?! Shit.
“Mine too...”
“Crap. I guess we have something in common now.”
“I'm afraid so.” chuckled sadly Nino, his stomach twisted by the usual awful pain.
“I told you I have a degree in business and economical science. I'd wished I have studied literature at university.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Don't know. My father is literature teacher in a prestigious university.”
“And you didn't want to follow his path?”
“...not really. By the way, why did you invite Jun's stalker?”
“He's a mangaka and Jun, as well as Masaki are his models. I wanted to help him. He thinks that they should be together. Do you think it's possible? If we forget the employee's rules...”
“To be honest, I think they already tried.”
“No way?!”
“But Jun is secretive, you know and Masaki...”
“...Is fickle.”
“He's not. But I guess that when you can't have the one you want, you look for comfort elsewhere.”
“To summarize, he's fickle. I don't mind, you know, gay are fickle and unfaithful.” Nino frowned, he didn't want to sound so bitter. But alcohol tended to make him too honest for his own security.
“I know some happy gay couples.”
“Faithful and happy? Stop lying. Look at all those guys at the club. Don't tell me they look for love.”
“And why not?”
“They only want to have sex!”
“One doesn't precludes the other.”
“Are you that naive?” Nino said a bit too louder.
“Were you so hurt by men that you can't accept that some can be honest and faithful?”
“They aren't.”
“Why?”
“Every men I met, cheated on me and lied to me.”
“Not every men are like this.” Sho sounded so hurt that Nino felt as if he was pleading his own cause.
“Sure they are!”
“Why?!”
“Because if it's not the case it means they are leaving me. Only me. Not because it's in their nature.”
Nino put his hands on his mouth, horrified by his own words. He crossed Sakurai's compassionate gaze and he swallowed his so inopportune tears. He screwed up everything once again. Things went pretty good and now Sakurai would take him for the crazy guy full of neurosis he really was and would walk away without looking back.
“Come.” Sho reached out and took Nino's hand. The latter followed him, puzzled as he climbed the stairs. “Where is your bedroom?”
Nino pointed at a door and Sho opened it.
“What are we doing?” mumbled Nino sheepishly.
“You can't cry during a party, it's the saddest thing on earth, but here, I guess it's safe.”
“Wait, I don't~”
Sho put his arms around him and hugged him tight.
“ You simply didn't met the man who deserves you Nino. You're so adorable.”
“Don't~”
Nino hid his sob in Sho's checkered shirt and clang on him tighter. Sho moved back to the bed and laid down Nino on it, keeping his arms around his slim body.
“You're a bit drunk, you should sleep...” Sho murmured with a softness he didn’t knew he possessed.
“You'll stay with me?”
“I won't leave you.”
“Sorry for calling you an awful bastard.”
“You didn't call me that.”
“Okay. So forget it.”
Nino nestled a bit more against the muscular body and rapidly slid into a peaceful sleep.
Sho sighed deeply, his heart pounding madly in his chest, inhaling Nino's flourished odor with full lungs. He didn't know what the man did to him but he was bewitched. Nino moved him like no one did before and he wondered for a second who had been foolish enough to hurt him this way. He moved back a bit and observed him leisurely. He hoped Nino would accept his apologies tonight but he would never had imagine sharing his bed. So innocently. It was his first time. He wasn’t gay right? Sho smiled and sent this thought to hell. Who cared? Nino could be a man, a woman, an alien it didn’t matter, it didn’t change the person he was. His cleverness, his honesty, his sexiness and his idiotic and touching view about love.
Sho caressed Nino’s chin slightly, his cheeks, his bangs, then the tantalizing mouth he pecked in a ghost kiss. He smothered a bitter sigh. He promised him to wait for his consent to kiss him again but it was stronger than him.
He wanted him, now it was crystal-clear. He wanted for him to be happy, he wanted to be that man who would deserve him one day.
Sho drifted slowly into sleep, remembering Jun’s word about love, marveling how the world has righted itself in one evening.
Let's take a first drink and a
second drink....
Author: WendyJoly
Beta: The indispensable
jtayttLength: Chaptered
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Pairing: Sakumiya (Sho Sakurai X Ninomiya Kazunari) , Junba (Matsumoto Jun X Aiba Masaki), special guest : Ikuta Toma, Tomoya Nagase, Juri Ueno
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari is a heartbroken columnist for a national paper. Repeatedly unhappy in love, he ends by elaborating a theory telling that gay people are meant to be unfaithful, that’s it is in their nature. The day his boss asks him to be hired in a gay club to write a series of article on the subject, he doesn’t think twice and accept this one-time opportunity.
Nino dashed outside of the restaurant, his heart beating like a drum in an area where heart had nothing to do. He was disturbed and felt a sudden burst of anger overwhelming his whole body. Holy fuck, he knew too well this sensation. His legs were like jelly, his mind was running wild and once out onto the street, he stopped momentarily to catch his breath.
This is the first time he kissed someone since he broke up with Kato and he more or less lost the method, or so that’s what he thought. For how many years did he swear to himself that he would never, ever have a crush for a het, at any price?
Particularly this kind of het. Sakurai was a player, dishonest -since he was unable to tell his mother frankly why he refused to be married – cynical and so conscious of his sexiness.
Nino grabbed his cell phone in his pocket and took the call, hoping it was not him.
“Hi?”
“Nino, it’s me. Where are you? I’m waiting for you!”
Aiba. Nino totally forgot that he had to visit the house tonight and he was not precisely in the mood for this kind of obligation.
“I sent you the address.”
Okay, apparently he didn’t have any choice, but to give up. After all, perhaps it was better to not stay alone for the moment, he needed to think about something else, and Aiba would be perfect for the role. Nino hailed a cab and gave the name of the road where he lived to the driver even if he had no real intention of moving in with Aiba.
The taxi left Nino in a very nice area, named Saga-Toriimoto, explaining that the streets were traditional and preserved here and that he should walk to reach the house.
Nino expected a lot of things but absolutely not this kind of mansion and such a beautiful place. He followed the quiet flagged street, enjoying the sweet night air, the wonderful scenery that was so unreal in this 21 century, forgetting finally his awful boss and this catastrophic restaurant scene as he was willingly lost in this enchanted maze.
He finally knocked at the wooden door and Aiba immediately opened it. Nino had the feeling that he was facing a stranger. Forgot all those fancy outfits he used to wear at the club, he was wearing a cropped pants and one of the knitted slip-over with Norwegian pattern.
“Come on in.”
He handed Nino the slippers and guided him into the house. Nino didn’t know if he expected a kind of trap but it was a true real estate visit, serious and so far from the Aiba he knew at the club. They were wandering from room to room and he told Nino that his family lived in the area since generations, that he hoped to buy this house one day.
“This was the bedroom of my ex-roommate. He left some stuff but if you don’t want to use them, he will retrieve them. There’s only one bathroom, it’s an old house but it’s very big, it’s easy to share it. What else…ah, the kitchen! I can cook and you?”
“Yeah, I’m single after all.”
“True. So?”
“So?” Nino arched his eyebrows, red-caught while he was daydreaming, already imagining how it would be to live in such a beautiful house.
“Do you think you could live here?”
Oh fuck, yes he could. This house was wonderful and had a real soul that Nino would have to dream to find in Tokyo. Living with Aiba? Frankly before this visit, it was absolutely impossible in Nino’s mind, but in this place he seemed so…normal and calm. Probably the good vibrations of the house. And it was big enough for him to have a real private space.
“I… I totally could.”
Aiba ran to Nino and hugged him strongly, making him gasp then released him, a bright smile adorning his face.
“Since you live at the hotel, I guess you can move in right away!”
“Don’t be so enthusiastic, it’s embarrassing. I’ll move in tomorrow, I swear. But I don’t know how long I’ll stay at Kyoto.”
“Don’t mind. I’m so happy you accepted to live here, you save my life.”
The next day, Nino landed in the same area, his big suitcase rolling noisily on the street. He greeted the shop owners, all of them in kimono and entered the house with the key Aiba insisted on giving him the previous day. It smelled honey and wood, and as Nino approached the kitchen a delicious breakfast odour reached his nose.
“Tadaima.”
“Okaeri Nino! Sit down, I cooked for you.”
Nino didn’t know if Aiba would do this every day but he could easily get used to this treatment. He didn’t talk about the outing with Sakurai, he was not confident enough to do so, but yet he couldn’t help but wonder if Aiba would guess by himself.
They arrived together at the club, by the end of the day, and if Nino dared to think that they would come in discreetly… it was a total disillusion. Sakurai and Matsumoto were chatting vividly behind the counter and as Nino and Aiba were passing the threshold they stared at them, making silence awkward.
“Hi guys! What’s up?” yelled Aiba waving at them, Nino looked at his shoes, trying to avoid Sakurai’s insisting gaze on him.
“What’s up?! We should be the ones asking, since when are you together?” said Matsumoto arching his thick eyebrows.
“We’re living together, Nino and I.” He put his arm around Nino’s shoulder and if his first reaction was to push it, he held himself back. Why should he? After all, he had nothing to hide…concerning his relationship with Aiba at least.
“Oh true, your roommate left. Good for you, Nino, isn’t it?”
Nino moaned an unintelligible answer to Matsumoto as Sakurai was lighting a cigarette, turning his back to them.
“Come, we’re going to change.” Aiba dragged Nino by the wrist to the restroom and the latter was almost grateful to him, even if he generally disliked his teenage girl’s manners.
“Did something happen with Sho-kun?” He said to Nino as he was changing his T-shirt for the one with the club’s logo.
“Not particularly, why do you ask?”
“Don’t know, he’s strange, that’s all.”
“He’s always strange, kind of alien…”
“On contrary he’s pretty simple, usually. He could be rough sometimes, but he rarely keeps his mouth shut, especially when he has the occasion to tease his employees.”
“I don’t understand this guy anyway.”
Aiba stared at him straightforwardly, and Nino opened his eyes wide interrogatively.
“What?!” He couldn’t endure this annoying silence.
“You are hiding something…tell me!”
“Go to Hell.”
“At home?”
“I already regret living with you.” Nino mumbled and went out of the restroom to escape his inquisitive look.
The club was opening when they reached the dance floor and at least Nino wouldn’t have to answer to Aiba or to talk to Sakurai. The latter was clearly embarrassed, it was so unusual, but the journalist couldn’t help noticing how much he tried to talk to him, yet each time Nino escaped his pitiful attempts.
He regretted, he shouldn’t have ask for a favour, they were colleagues and he was not that kind of men, etc…Nino knew by heart the manual of the perfect gentleman’s excuses and frankly he didn’t want to waste his time to hear this.
“Masaki-kun, could you take care of the orders for a moment for me?” He cornered Aiba after two hours of work.
“Why?”
“The man is here again.” Nino pointed Jun’s stalker, who was bent over his usual table. “I’ll talk to him.”
Nino knew it was a chance he won’t let pass and as expected, Aiba massaged his shoulders and pushed him toward the guy.
Jun was climbing to his turntable and Nino approached him “Excuse me?”
The guy hid his paper and Nino sat down without any invitation.
“I’m a waiter here, I’m Nino, enchanted.”
“I know who you are.” Frowned the stalker, making a small funny pout."Ohno. Nice to meet you."
He was disturbing him, clearly and Nino began to rise to leave him alone…but he saw Sakurai leaving the bar, walking in his direction, so he stuck the platter on his stomach and tried once again.
“You’re at this very place each night at the same hour, when Jun-kun begins to play music, perhaps…could you talk to him, I mean~”
“No way!!”
He finally managed to wake him up and to be frank, it amused him now.
“You’re in love with him?”
“Certainly not!” He gathered his papers, as if Nino had offended him.
“Excuse me but you’re in a gay club, you stay only for Jun’s performance, it makes sense.”
“I’m a mangaka!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Mangaka.”
He handed him a sheet, and Nino could only appreciate his skill. Jun was behind the turntables, an earphone between his ear and his shoulder, like he usually does.
“It’s…great! Jun-kun is your model?”
“Until recently, I drew shojo manga, but~”
“But?”
“A few weeks ago, my editor asked me to draw a new kind of shojo, more…yaoi.”
“Yaoi?”
“I’m not a specialist and I heard about this club, sounded to be the perfect place to find inspiration. And, I saw them.”
“Them?”
He moved his chin to point Aiba, who was dancing on the dance floor.
“Masaki and Jun-kun?”
He nodded awkwardly.
“And you’re drawing them for your manga? Like a couple?!”
“Exactly. They seem to have a good chemistry, isn’t it?”
“Not really, they are more like good friends. Jun-kun is very reliable, manly and Masaki is more fanciful.”
“Could you tell me something about them?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you think they could be together?”
“Really…I don’t.”
He hung the head, piqued and Nino suddenly wondered if I have been too harsh, if the mangaka was vexed. Did he lose his ability to listen others? He leaned forward, capturing the man’s attention.
“Look. I just moved in with Masaki, simple roommate, and he wants to celebrate, would you come too?”
“Yeah?” Ohno beamed and Nino nodded to cheer him up. They were exchanging their numbers and Nino sent him off to the entrance.
“So?!” Asked Masaki, making Nino jump.
“He’s cool, and I invited him to our party.”
“So let’s celebrate!?”
Aiba screamed loudly, almost covering the music and Nino already deeply regretted this moment of weakness toward the weird mangaka….
“So, how was the dinner?”
Sho looked at his friend pensively, wondering if he had to tell the entire truth about his catastrophic outing.
“The good news is that my mother stopped calling me. I guess that’s what I looked for.”
“And the bad one?” Said Jun, sliding behind the counter to prepare a coffee for his boss.
“Hm?”
“You began with ‘the good news’ it implies there’s a bad one, isn’t it?”
“I kissed Nino.”
Jun bit the inner of his cheeks to not laugh, nodding funnily.
“What?!”
“Hm hm…nothing.” Sho waited the inevitable ‘but’ “But he’s cute.”
“I’m not gay, it was to fool my mother.”
“What a noble sacrifice. What did he say?”
“That I shouldn’t kiss him without his permission.”
“Does it mean there will be another kissing session?”
Sho sighed and elbowing to the counter, rest his chin on his palm. Jun mocked openly his pensive gaze.
“Stop lau~”
“Hi guys! What’s up?”
Sho turned back to face the new incomers and he frowned surreptitiously.
“What’s up?! We should be the ones asking, since when are you together?” asked Jun to answer to Sho’s silent interrogation.
“We’re living together, Nino and I.”
“Oh true, your roommate left. Good for you, Nino, isn’t it?”
Sho fetched his package of cigarette on the counter and lighted one to keep his burst of anger to himself. He was so pissed off by this lack of consideration. Intimate relationships were forbidden between employees and knowing Aiba, it won’t be long before he tried his luck.
“Come, we’re going to change.” Aiba dragged Nino with him to the restroom and Sho tsked when they disappeared.
“He wants to lay him.” said Sho irritated.
“And so? You too…”
“I…I don’t want to lay him, I’m het.”
“Stop repeating it, sounds like you try to convince yourself. You’re not gay, true…but with Nino, bi for sure.”
“Fuck you.”
Sho left his high chair and Jun laughed meanly. Of course he wasn’t gay. You don’t become gay because you kissed a guy once. Isn’t it? And how many hours did Aiba and Nino need to change?!
He went to the stairs but the two waiters were climbing down, chatting joyfully. Until they crossed his gaze. That’s exactly why Sho refused intimate relationships...things got awkward after and he hated awkwardness.
He had to talk to Nino, to explain to him. That he liked this kiss, that he regretted, not the kiss by itself but the fact that he didn’t ask before. He wanted to say that he won’t ever kiss him without asking him in advance…even if it was a useless precaution since they would never have to kiss again.
Yet, despite all his attempts, Nino avoided him very skilfully. This guy was a real master in this matter and not once Sho managed to touch the subject. He was charming with everybody but him, and Sho’s frustration grew up with each passing hour, it was so irritating. Even with the weirdo, Jun’s stalker he was nicer…tsk.
Sho caught Masaki as he retrieved his orders.
“What is he doing?” He pointed at Nino who just showed the man out.
“He wants to know him. It’s great, isn’t it?”
“Why would it be great?”
“Because we’ll finally know what the guy was doing all this time. Nino invited him to the party we’re organizing.”
“Which party?”
“To celebrate Nino’s moving in! You’ll come?”
“Yeah. Count me in. But no need to tell him I’ll be there.”
“You know Boss, you have a huge problem of communication with him. You should talk.”
“He avoids me!”
“You should insist, he’s nice. I like him a lot.”
Holy shit. Sho knew too well Masaki to take this little sentence like an innocent remark. He frowned and turned his back to his waiter to prepare a new cocktail that no one ordered.
Since when did this beautiful house become the Lights annex?
Nino was at the bottom of the stairs, unable to believe that his beautiful house became a nightclub in such a short time. The house was in the dark, with some flashy spotlights illuminating a crowd of familiar faces dancing on an electronic music. He spotted Aiba swaying in the middle of the dance floor joyfully, his arms up and walked straight to him grabbing his wrist to drag him in a corner where he could be heard. Aiba handed him a paper goblet and Nino smelled something like vodka in it.
"What's this mess?!"
"It's not a mess, it's a party."
"And what's the difference with our nights at work?”
“We have the right to drink, party with the others and perhaps find a nice guy to spend the night with.”
“But everybody's here, even the go-go dancers!"
“They are the best part of the club!”
“Masaki-kun...you're so exasperating...”
"Toma insisted on coming when I told him that it was for you. I think he wants to visit your new bedroom if you know what I mean..."
Nino sighed desperately and avoided on purpose to look at the gorgeous dancer. He was totally aware that Toma had a soft spot for him, the guy was far from being subtle and Nino couldn't deny he wasn't tempted. Who wouldn't be?
"He's cute, isn't it?"
"He is. But we're employed, the both of us, plus I'm not looking for an affair."
"But we're home, not at work here. And when was the last time you got laid?”
“I'm not laid...I make love.”
“Oh I see.” Masaki grinned mockingly “That's the problem with you. You're too strict. Who cares if you spend a good time with this splendid dancer? Let yourself go for once. This is your party after all...and by the way, the Boss should be here already. Maybe I saw him in the kitchen two minutes ago~”
Nino couldn't believe that his fanciful roommate had set such an obvious trap for him to find a lover. And above all, he couldn't believe that he didn't see it coming. What did he think he would find by accepting a party to celebrate his moving? A dinner around a table with classical music in background?
Yet...somehow he hoped that Sakurai would come tonight. He was still angry for the kiss they exchanged but more at himself than at Sakurai. He thought about it, a lot, and he really liked it. By itself it was a huge problem. His boss was his boss, above all het and it was the worst moment to fall for someone. He cursed his weak heart more than once those past days and he finally drew a line on the man, locking this silly crush in a corner of his heart in order to forget immediately. At least, he tried. Yet it was hard to act as nothing happened and he still found it difficult acting unaffected in his presence.
Seeing him outside of the club, in his own place would help them to re-establish the dialogue. After all, they get along pretty well before the kiss.
“Come on the dance floor with me, Toma's waving at you.”
Nino waved back shyly. He didn't want to give in to a stupid physical attraction like all those guys. But Toma was staring at him insistently, a light of lust which made Nino blushing in a blink of eye. He spotted his savior on the doorstep.
“Ohno-san is here!”
“Ohno-san?” asked Masaki puzzled.
“Jun's stalker.”
Nino kept for himself the fact that he was Masaki's stalker too, like the story of the yaoi manga he had to draw for his editor. He wanted to help him, the best he could, that something at least turn right at this party. Jun was nowhere to be seen but since Aiba, this traitor invited Sakurai without asking him first, Nino supposed they were even.
“Ohno-san! You came.”
“I was not really sure though...” The mangaka grimaced comically.
“Masaki-kun is right behind me and Jun-kun should be in my kitchen. It's now or never to try to approach them, to show them you're not a creepy stalker.”
“A creepy stalker?!” said the man visibly offended.
“By coming each night, watching Jun-kun alone from your table when he works, what did you imagine they think you are? A creepy stalker. But you're nice, show them.”
“I'm not...now I know they find me scary, I think I want to go back home.”
“No way!” said Nino putting his arms around Ohno's shoulders. “I'll show you around, okay? We'll talk with some guys on our way, like a warm-up before the real take.”
“...Okay.”
Nino offered him a drink, took one for himself, horrified that he was now totally okay with the sound level – this job would kill him thought the young man for the nth time-and they went to the kitchen, which almost as crowded as the living room.
Jun was laughing with some guys of the club and a girl Nino never saw before but found vaguely familiar.
“Hi guys.”
“Oh Nino, nice house!” Jun grabbed Nino’s shoulder, dragging him by his side.
“Thanks I love it too. And you are?” said Nino reaching out. The pretty girl shook his hand vigorously.
“Matsumoto Juri, I'm Jun's sister.”
“Oh great. I didn’t know Jun-kun had a sister.”
“I'm a nurse and you work with my brother?” She was the spitting image of Jun, she could have been his twin.
“Yeah, I'm a waiter. By the way, where is the hellish boss?”
“I'm here.” said Sakurai behind Nino's back.
Crap. He felt miserable now but he had to stand firm. He had to remember that he was mad at Sakurai, he couldn't feel guilty, especially not for something this man deserved.
“Jun-kun, Sakurai-san, this is Ohno-san one of our regulars.”
“Komban wa.” The mangaka bowed at the two men politely.
“Would you like something to drink?” offered Jun, grabbing Ohno's elbow, ignoring the glass he already had in the hand. His sister followed with a luminous smile. Well...at least someone was happy tonight thought Nino, swallowing his drink in one go, grimacing and coughing. Sakurai tapped his back gently and Nino raised the hand to thank him the best he could.
“Don't blame Masaki-kun, I invited myself. I assumed you didn't want to see me here.”
“I...sorry.”
“Perhaps would you let me apologize properly for my misconduct at the restaurant? I swear I won't kiss you without your consent. Ever.”
Nino was about to argue once more but the sincere contrite tone cut him. Perhaps it will work after all, Sakurai sounded sincere.
“Okay. I'm glad that we can forget about that despicable incident. But I think the best for us is to stay away from each other from now. I feel very uncomfortable with you for now. Perhaps later...”
When I'd be able to talk to you without feeling this silly crush knocking at the door, thought Nino, ashamed.
“You're so...honest! It's stupefying.” Sho smirked and took a sip of what seemed to be a mere lemonade.
“Yet I accept your apologies. If you don't mind, I'll go back to the living room now.”
“I will come with you.”
Nino barely hid his sigh and went back to the dance floor, where Toma grabbed his hips to dance with him.
“I'm glad to see you finally on the fun side of the party.” said the dancer in his ear, sliding a hand to his butt in the process. Nino swayed a bit, avoided Masaki's encouraging smiles but Toma approached him and soon they were dancing entwined. “Let yourself go.” whispered Toma in his ear.
Nino wasn't sure he was still talking about dancing but it was good to be in his arms. Alcohol helping, he boldly snaked his arms around the man's neck and when the other pecked his lips to thank him for the dance, he didn't protest.
He walked away, finding a little unoccupied space on a couch. He found another drink on a table and drank it. What a party...
Jun and his sister were discussing with Ohno, the three of them sat on a table and for the very first time, Nino noticed Masaki's gaze on the taller. It was only a glimpse and for someone less observing, it would have been totally invisible but he seemed to be...jealous?!
“You know the relationships between employees are forbidden, don't you?” groaned Sakurai sitting by Nino's side.
“Yet they would be cute together.”
“I'm talking about you!”
“We're not at work, Boss.” said Nino more dryly than he had wished.
“Because you'll stop flirting with Ikuta once the Lights doors passed?”
“We're not flirting.”
“No you were making out on the dance floor.”
Nino turned the head to face his Boss and the latter was red with anger.
“I owe you nothing else than my hours of works. Boss.” Nino was shocked by his own harshness. Why did he let this man irritate him so much?
“Time's up!” Masaki sat between the two men and put his arms around both their shoulders. “Now stop fighting and tell me what happened between you.”
“Nothing.”/”We kissed.” answered Nino and Sakurai at the same time.
“Oh, I see...” smiled Masaki mimicking Jun's reaction. “Yet. You are meant to get along, whatever you're pretending. You have a lot in common.”
“Really?” said Nino doubtfully.
“For example...Sakurai-kun loves ice-cream just like you.”
“And like everybody on Earth.” Nino groaned wryly.
“Okay...he likes books just like you and don't tell me like everybody, he likes the kind of books you like. Tell me your favorite book in my ear.”
Reluctantly Nino leaned on his neighbor and hushed the title of the book in his ear. Then Sakurai did the same and Nino hid an amused smile.
“Now your favorite poem.”
Same game, and when Aiba straightened up he moved back on the couch barely hiding a victorious smile.
“Can you tell me some lines of this poem?” Aiba said visibly amused.
It was pretty simple for the journalist to be honest. He knew some poems by heart, even if he used to hide it -it was definitely too revealing about his romantic aspirations- but one thing was for sure, he would remember this one until the end of his life.
“Ah love, let us be true to one another...”
“...And we are here as on darkling plain, swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, where ignorant armies clash by night.” achieved Sho.
“Okayyyy...” said Aiba after a moment, patting their thighs. “You two should get married and make tones of babies. I take my leave if you don't mind and I'm sure you don't~”
Holy crap. How could he repress this skip of beat now? Was it already too late to make a step back, thought Nino.
“So you…like Matthew Arnolds?” He mumbled after an endless silence.
“He's my favorite poet.” So he had a favorite poet?! Shit.
“Mine too...”
“Crap. I guess we have something in common now.”
“I'm afraid so.” chuckled sadly Nino, his stomach twisted by the usual awful pain.
“I told you I have a degree in business and economical science. I'd wished I have studied literature at university.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Don't know. My father is literature teacher in a prestigious university.”
“And you didn't want to follow his path?”
“...not really. By the way, why did you invite Jun's stalker?”
“He's a mangaka and Jun, as well as Masaki are his models. I wanted to help him. He thinks that they should be together. Do you think it's possible? If we forget the employee's rules...”
“To be honest, I think they already tried.”
“No way?!”
“But Jun is secretive, you know and Masaki...”
“...Is fickle.”
“He's not. But I guess that when you can't have the one you want, you look for comfort elsewhere.”
“To summarize, he's fickle. I don't mind, you know, gay are fickle and unfaithful.” Nino frowned, he didn't want to sound so bitter. But alcohol tended to make him too honest for his own security.
“I know some happy gay couples.”
“Faithful and happy? Stop lying. Look at all those guys at the club. Don't tell me they look for love.”
“And why not?”
“They only want to have sex!”
“One doesn't precludes the other.”
“Are you that naive?” Nino said a bit too louder.
“Were you so hurt by men that you can't accept that some can be honest and faithful?”
“They aren't.”
“Why?”
“Every men I met, cheated on me and lied to me.”
“Not every men are like this.” Sho sounded so hurt that Nino felt as if he was pleading his own cause.
“Sure they are!”
“Why?!”
“Because if it's not the case it means they are leaving me. Only me. Not because it's in their nature.”
Nino put his hands on his mouth, horrified by his own words. He crossed Sakurai's compassionate gaze and he swallowed his so inopportune tears. He screwed up everything once again. Things went pretty good and now Sakurai would take him for the crazy guy full of neurosis he really was and would walk away without looking back.
“Come.” Sho reached out and took Nino's hand. The latter followed him, puzzled as he climbed the stairs. “Where is your bedroom?”
Nino pointed at a door and Sho opened it.
“What are we doing?” mumbled Nino sheepishly.
“You can't cry during a party, it's the saddest thing on earth, but here, I guess it's safe.”
“Wait, I don't~”
Sho put his arms around him and hugged him tight.
“ You simply didn't met the man who deserves you Nino. You're so adorable.”
“Don't~”
Nino hid his sob in Sho's checkered shirt and clang on him tighter. Sho moved back to the bed and laid down Nino on it, keeping his arms around his slim body.
“You're a bit drunk, you should sleep...” Sho murmured with a softness he didn’t knew he possessed.
“You'll stay with me?”
“I won't leave you.”
“Sorry for calling you an awful bastard.”
“You didn't call me that.”
“Okay. So forget it.”
Nino nestled a bit more against the muscular body and rapidly slid into a peaceful sleep.
Sho sighed deeply, his heart pounding madly in his chest, inhaling Nino's flourished odor with full lungs. He didn't know what the man did to him but he was bewitched. Nino moved him like no one did before and he wondered for a second who had been foolish enough to hurt him this way. He moved back a bit and observed him leisurely. He hoped Nino would accept his apologies tonight but he would never had imagine sharing his bed. So innocently. It was his first time. He wasn’t gay right? Sho smiled and sent this thought to hell. Who cared? Nino could be a man, a woman, an alien it didn’t matter, it didn’t change the person he was. His cleverness, his honesty, his sexiness and his idiotic and touching view about love.
Sho caressed Nino’s chin slightly, his cheeks, his bangs, then the tantalizing mouth he pecked in a ghost kiss. He smothered a bitter sigh. He promised him to wait for his consent to kiss him again but it was stronger than him.
He wanted him, now it was crystal-clear. He wanted for him to be happy, he wanted to be that man who would deserve him one day.
Sho drifted slowly into sleep, remembering Jun’s word about love, marveling how the world has righted itself in one evening.
Let's take a first drink and a
second drink....
