"Hey, are you busy later?"
The question came as a surprise to Tadashi, who was kneeling on the floor and who had only come behind the bar to clear the dirty dishes for the bartender.
"Um…" Tadashi stood up, balancing a large plastic tub full of tableware against his hip. The customer who had asked the question was absentmindedly swirling his scotch, his other elbow resting on the bar and supporting his chin. The way he was looking at him suddenly made sense to Tadashi, who gasped and shook his free hand.
"Oh n-no, I'm sorry but I'm not… that way."
"Really?" The customer smiled, seeming unconvinced. "Then why are you working at a gay bar?"
"Well, I work in the back. I'm a busboy, so…"
"I see." The man finished off the last of his drink and stood up, shrugging his coat on. "Well, Mister Busboy," he said, pulling out a business card and a few dollars from his wallet. He placed the items on the bar top and pushed them toward Tadashi with two fingers. "Let me know if you change your mind."
Tadashi hesitantly picked up the tip, unsure if he was allowed to accept it. He pocketed the money and picked up the business card, confused at its simplicity. There was no company name or information, no address, no email. It simply displayed the name "Hiro" with a phone number underneath.
"Oh, um…" Tadashi glanced up and briefly saw the back of Hiro's head as he left the building.
"Hey Tadashi! Come on, let's go!" the chef hollered, snapping Tadashi out of his thoughts. He quickly pocketed the business card and headed back to the kitchen to return to work.
Tadashi didn't arrive back to his apartment until after three in the morning. His back ached from the endless bending, lifting, and cleaning he had done during his shift. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and pass out.
He yanked off his sweaty work shirt and let it fall to the floor. When he pulled off his jeans and let them fall next to his shirt, something peaked out from the pocket. Tadashi knelt down, and as he picked up the crumbled dollar bills off the floor, the plain white business card fell into view.
Tadashi fell back on his bed, groaning as his muscles relaxed into the mattress. He idly fumbled with the card between his fingers, spacing out as he stared at the name and number.
Hiro… What kind of business was he in that didn't require a formal business card? Or did he even have a job? He didn't look like he was homeless. Quite the opposite, actually. He was nicely dressed, but he had a more flamboyant air about him. His hair was ruffled, but not dirty, and the longer strands were secured behind his head with an elastic. He had a few ear piercings and Tadashi remembered Hiro's ring clinking against the scotch glass.
He sighed, letting the card slip from his hand and land on the floor. There was no use in thinking of someone he'd probably never see again.
"Tadashi! Clean up, table eight!"
Tadashi hoisted a tub of dirty dishes off the floor and set it on the counter. He grabbed a mop and bucket and pushed through the swinging doors to enter the front of house. It was approaching midnight, so the remaining customers were starting to get a bit too inebriated. He carefully weaved his way through the crowd until he found the mess that required his attention. Thankfully, it just looked like a few spilled drinks. He quarantined the area with plastic hazard signs and began mopping. Tadashi was finishing up when a tipsy customer tripped over the wet floor sign and fell onto him.
"Ughh fuck!" The customer groaned as he sat back, a few of his equally drunk friends rushing over to help him up. He held a hand to his head and used the other to point at Tadashi. "This is your fault!"
"I- what?" Tadashi had started to apologize, but quickly realized it wasn't actually his fault. He sat up and groaned, the right side of his head beginning to pound from hitting the floor.
"I fell because you didn't clean this up! Stupid busboy, where's your manager? I'm gonna-"
"You look fine to me," a voice interrupted. Tadashi looked up to find Hiro standing behind him, hands in his pockets, looking rather intimidating.
"Who the hell are you? This doesn't concern you, why don't you just -" The customer was cut off by one of his friends whispering in his ear, briefly glancing at Hiro. His eyes widened before looking back at Hiro, his mouth agape like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"I'm not sure what your friend told you, but you might want to listen to him." Hiro's intense gaze stayed on the group of friends as he watched them brush themselves off and head back to their table. He smirked and knelt down by Tadashi, his expression softening.
"You alright?"
"Uh… yeah," Tadashi replied. Hiro helped him back to his feet, brushing some dust off his shirt. Tadashi straightened out his clothes, nervously glancing at the intoxicated group.
"Don't worry about them," Hiro assured. "I doubt they'll bother you anymore."
"But… why?" Tadashi asked. He continued when Hiro looked puzzled. "They look really afraid of you…"
Hiro grinned innocently. "I can look pretty intimidating, don't you think?"
Tadashi gave a half-hearted chuckle, not really satisfied with his answer.
"Well," Hiro started, giving a two-fingered salute. "I'll see ya around, Busboy."
Tadashi watched as Hiro headed for the exit. He'd intended to get back to work, but something was urging him to go after him. He quickly put the mop and bucket away before darting through the front door. He spotted Hiro walking down the sidewalk.
"Hiro!"
Hiro stopped walking and glanced over his shoulder.
"Um… are you busy later?"
Tadashi double checked the address Hiro had given him with the building he was standing in front of. It was definitely a match, but Tadashi was confused. This was one of the most expensive condominiums in the city. And judging by the number, Hiro's unit was near the top.
Tadashi was buzzed in by the front desk and welcomed by the doorman. He noticed that the elevator needed a code to be opened and he sheepishly walked over to the front desk.
"Um, hello. I'm here to see Hiro?"
"Oh yes, Hiro told me he was expecting a visitor," the elderly woman grinned. She typed a few keys on her keyboard before gesturing to the elevator. "There you are. It's been programmed to take you to his floor. Let us know if you need any other assistance."
"Oh… thank you."
Tadashi boarded the elevator and watched the buttons light up as he passed each floor. Fifth floor, tenth floor, twentieth floor… He finally came to a halt and the button for the twenty-fourth floor illuminated as the doors opened.
Since the floor only had a few apartments to choose from, finding Hiro's unit was easy. Tadashi held up his hand to knock, pulling back a bit as he hesitated. This was crazy. What was he thinking would happen? Maybe he made it sound like he wanted to visit for… that. Oh god, should he even do this?
Tadashi shook the thoughts out of his head and quietly knocked on the door, half hoping Hiro didn't hear him so he could use it as an excuse to leave. But much to Tadashi's dismay, the door audibly unlocked and opened to show a different looking Hiro.
"Hey," Hiro greeted, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to come in. Tadashi entered the apartment, but found himself unable to take his eyes off Hiro.
Instead of wearing the lavish attire he'd worn whenever he had seen Tadashi before, he was dressed down in a baggy tank top and sweatpants. Sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips, no less. He looked thinner now than when he was dressed up, but there was still some visible muscle on his arms and chest.
"Sorry if I look underdressed." Tadashi realized he had probably been caught staring, his face going hot as he blushed.
"No! No, you don't look… I'm sorry," Tadashi apologized, feeling flustered. "You just look a bit different than how I've seen you before."
Hiro chuckled, turning to walk through the foyer. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable."
Tadashi was trying to stay focused on asking some questions he had for Hiro, but he couldn't help being distracted by how extravagant the apartment was. He was admiring the meticulously decorated living room when he heard Hiro rummaging in the kitchen. He followed the sounds and happened upon Hiro pouring a drink.
"You want one?" Hiro asked.
"No, thank you. I don't really drink."
"Ah," Hiro remarked, seemingly dropping the subject. He took a sip of his freshly poured scotch and glanced at Tadashi. "You look uncomfortable."
Tadashi turned his gaze to the floor, clearing his throat before looking back at Hiro.
"I'm just… a little confused, I guess."
"Are you?" Hiro opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottled water, and handed it to Tadashi. Hiro nodded his head toward the living room before going to sit on the couch. Tadashi sat on the other side of the couch, turning the water bottle in his hands nervously.
"What's your name?" Hiro questioned.
"Oh. Tadashi." Hiro gently swirled his scotch before taking another sip.
"Well, Tadashi, why are you confused?"
Tadashi noticed Hiro gazing at him. It was an intense gaze. Hiro's dark brown irises had melded with his dilated pupils. They were mesmerizing, and although Tadashi felt like he should be nervous… he wasn't. He took a deep breath.
"You asked me out after only seeing me once… You didn't even know me. Then you helped me after the accident and those guys looked pretty afraid of you… I mean, I'm grateful that you helped me, don't get me wrong. But I guess I just don't… get you."
Tadashi paused, running his fingers through his hair. His gaze met with Hiro's.
"You're so… mysterious."
Hiro gave a sly smile as he leaned back on the couch, looking to the ceiling and swirling his drink. "I'm mysterious, you say?" Hiro chuckled and took a sip of scotch before placing it on the side table. "That's funny."
"Funny?" Tadashi repeated, feeling slightly offended. Hiro slid himself closer to Tadashi, resting his arm against the couch back and his head on his hand.
"Listen, I wasn't looking for anything serious. My work is nothing but stress, so whenever I'm off, I do anything I can to clear my head. Drinking, random hookups, whatever else."
Tadashi's eyes widened, both at his words and how close Hiro had moved to him. He could feel Hiro's body heat gently grazing his skin. In combination with how dark and lustful Hiro's eyes looked as they stared at him, Tadashi could feel himself slowly losing the battle of wills.
"Those guys were afraid of me because they know what I do. There are plenty of people in this city that know who I am and what I do, and they're very afraid of me."
Tadashi felt his face grow hot and Hiro's face was inching closer to his own as he continued to speak.
"I saw you at the bar and I wanted you. Even after you said you weren't gay, I was still determined to have you."
Hiro smirked as Tadashi's cheeks grew redder.
"You offered to hang out of your own accord. You came here of your own accord. Now that you've heard what I've had to say… now that you know of my intentions…"
Hiro positioned his mouth inches from Tadashi's and exhaled softly against his lips, sending a shiver down Tadashi's spine.
"Are you scared?" Hiro whispered.
Tadashi lowered his eyes to lock with Hiro's. He was many things at that moment. He was stunned from Hiro's confession. He was dizzy from Hiro's body heat. He was quickly growing more and more aroused, which only added to his confusion. But was he scared?
"No…"
In an instant, Hiro's lips were on his own. Tadashi saw stars behind his eyelids as Hiro's scent made him even more lightheaded. Whatever was left of Tadashi's rational thought went out the window when Hiro's tongue met his own.
Tadashi placed his hands on the back of Hiro's neck, grabbing a handful of messy hair and pulling gently. Hiro draped his arms around Tadashi's shoulders as he shifted to straddle him. Hiro moaned softly at how hard Tadashi was through his jeans. He ground his hips against Tadashi, getting harder with every moan he heard.
Tadashi reached to grasp Hiro's hips, gripping tightly as he thrust up against Hiro's bulge. Hiro gasped and pulled Tadashi's lips closer. Tadashi's hands traveled up Hiro's torso to rub his nipples through the flimsy tank top. Hiro broke their kiss, and once his mouth was free, Tadashi latched on to Hiro's neck.
"T-Tadashi…"
Tadashi reached underneath Hiro's shirt to continue teasing his nipples. Hiro let out a moan, which prompted Tadashi to gently bite his neck and make him moan again. Tadashi's hand had started to move down Hiro's chest, but stopped at the sweatpants' drawstring. He sat back, cheeks flushed red with lust and embarrassment.
"I…" Tadashi mumbled, avoiding Hiro's eyes.
Hiro stood and grabbed Tadashi's hand, pulling him up and leading him to the bedroom. He pushed him onto his mattress and crawled to position himself over Tadashi.
"Leave it to me," Hiro said huskily. Tadashi considered protesting now that his head was a bit clearer, but was instantly distracted when Hiro freed and practically swallowed his cock.
"Ah, god…" Tadashi threw his head back, eyes clenched shut. Hiro's technique slowly began to drive him wild. He would do quick, shallow bobs before unexpectedly swallowing him all the way to the base. He would stop to lock eyes with Tadashi as he slowly released him. Tadashi shivered and let out a breathy moan every time.
"Oh… Hiro, I'm- nhh." Hiro sat back, letting Tadashi finally catch his breath. He slowly removed Tadashi's shirt, tracing the muscles as his fingers slid up his torso. Tadashi inhaled sharply, goosebumps rising on his arms at Hiro's soft, fleeting touches. Hiro took off his tank top, his toned chest catching Tadashi's attention.
"Don't be shy," Hiro said softly. He took one of Tadashi's hands and gently ran it over his chest, grinning when Tadashi flushed a deeper red. Hiro lay on top of Tadashi, putting his lips to his ear before whispering, "Close your eyes and only think of what you feel."
Tadashi groaned, eyes slipping shut at Hiro's request. Hiro took one of Tadashi's hands and brought it up to his lips. Tadashi felt a breath against his fingers before Hiro's tongue gently licked his fingertips. Tadashi gasped as Hiro thoroughly coated his fingers in saliva.
"Hir-" Tadashi was cut off by Hiro claiming his mouth in a deep kiss. Hiro led Tadashi's hand downward, letting his fingers graze along his skin before stopping above his ass. Tadashi sat back nervously, but Hiro brought his lips back to his own.
Hiro took one of Tadashi's fingers and circled it around his entrance. He pushed it inside slowly, his breath catching as he let out soft moans. Hiro added another of Tadashi's fingers, gasping as his thighs began to quiver. Tadashi opened his eyes to see a very erotic expression on Hiro's face. He moaned as he pulled his lips back, briefly glancing to where his fingers were before looking back to Hiro's face. He bit his lip before tentatively crooking a finger inside Hiro.
"A-ah!" Hiro exclaimed, arching his back and clenching his eyes shut in pleasure. Tadashi grinned at his newfound confidence and continued to tease Hiro with gentle thrusts.
"Fuck, Tadash- ah!" Tadashi had added a third finger, thrusting slow and deep, feeling Hiro writhe and shudder beneath him. His thrusting had started gaining speed when Hiro suddenly grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"I can't hold it…" Hiro panted. He removed his sweatpants and pulled Tadashi's jeans and boxers to his knees. Hiro straddled Tadashi, facing away from him. Hiro spread his entrance with two fingers before pressing the head of Tadashi's cock against it. The slick heat coming off Hiro's hole made Tadashi's cock twitch in anticipation. Tadashi groaned as Hiro slowly took him in, adjusting himself a few times before he'd finally managed to take Tadashi in to the base.
"Nngh…" Tadashi moaned, marveling at the sight of seeing Hiro sitting flush against his lap and the feeling of being completely inside him. Hiro carefully lifted himself along Tadashi's length, almost sliding off completely before quickly thrusting himself back down.
"Ahh, fuck!" Hiro cried as a deep moan from Tadashi echoed him. Hiro panted, looking over his shoulder to see Tadashi's flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. Their eyes met and Tadashi took this chance to hastily pull out and thrust back in full force.
Hiro moaned long and dirty, his eyes slipping shut. Tadashi placed his hands on either side of Hiro's hips, gripped tightly, and thrust again into the delicious heat that was sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Hiro gasped and fell forward, trying to hold himself up with trembling arms. Tadashi leaned forward, continuing his thrusts and practically digging his nails into Hiro's hips.
"Tada- ah, please," Hiro begged, beginning to sound desperate. He dropped his torso to lie on the bed, sliding off of Tadashi's cock and raising his ass in the air. His face was half-buried into the plush comforter and stray hair was falling in front of his visible eye. Hiro looked at Tadashi, reaching a hand back to spread his cheeks as an invitation.
Tadashi got up on his knees and positioned himself behind Hiro. He panted as he nudged Hiro's entrance with his cock, slowly pushing in. Once he was fully inside, he closed his eyes to focus on how amazing it felt. Hiro's insides were hot, slick, and tightly gripping his cock. He heard Hiro exhale with a gentle moan. Tadashi grinned as he firmly clasped onto Hiro's waist again.
"You said you wanted me…" Tadashi muttered, pulling out slowly before quickly thrusting in, causing Hiro to cry out.
"You said you were determined to have me…" Again, Tadashi slid out before diving back in, causing another cry from Hiro. He knelt over Hiro and put his lips to his ear, a deep chuckle rising from his throat as he felt Hiro shudder.
"How about now?" Tadashi exhaled.
Hiro whimpered as he shakily brought his hand up to touch himself, finding that he was already dripping with precome. His rapid strokes were sloppy and desperate as he gasped. Tadashi's thrusts were gaining speed, no longer bothering to pause to tease Hiro. His grip on Hiro grew tighter as he felt his climax building inside him.
"Hiro…" Tadashi exhaled. "Do you want me?"
"Yes, YES! Tadashi, please…" Hiro begged, his hand practically a blur as he chased his own orgasm. "I want you…"
Tadashi latched onto Hiro's ear with his teeth, groaning and grunting as each thrust brought him closer to the edge. Hiro cried out from the unexpected bite, his moan getting higher in pitch until he finally started to come.
"F-Fuck, oh Ta-"
Tadashi joined Hiro in orgasm, his thrusts slowing as he came down from the high. His last bit of energy was used to groan low in Hiro's ear before gently releasing it from his teeth.
Hiro's legs gave out as he fell onto the bed, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. Tadashi collapsed opposite of Hiro as stars danced behind his eyelids. His breathing began to slow with his heartrate and Tadashi soon found himself trying to fight sleep. He wanted to leave, but couldn't summon the energy necessary to get dressed and walk home. Tadashi gave a long, satisfied exhale before letting his body sink into the soft mattress.