For the entirety of the shift, it felt to Matsuda as if Ide had been carefully trying to avoid him. He couldn't blame his co-worker for being embarrassed, but Matsuda couldn't help being a little insulted that Ide would come to his apartment, declare his love, engage in intimate activity, and then completely blow him off once they were around others. Still, Matsuda figured that it would be counter-productive to call Ide out in front of the entire shift.
Matsuda endeavored to catch Ide alone, without giving his co-workers any suspicions of what could be going on. He had been decidedly unsuccessful at these attempts, but it didn't stop him from trying over and over again.
Finally, his chance arose! Without hesitation or thought that it would make better sense to wait a short while before following, he hurried after Ide.
Having inadvertently given Matsuda his chance at confronting him by heading off to the bathroom, Ide was caught completely off guard-- or relatively so, anyway. An arm wrapped around his shoulders, bringing Ide to pull a defense maneuver in which brought his 'attacker' quickly and expertly into a lock.
A startled cry escaped Matsuda's throat as he found himself in the awkwardly subdued position of a common criminal, the man squirming all the while.
It didn't take long for Ide to realize just who this so-called assailant was, and thus he immediately released the man. His was face burning with embarrassment, "S-sorry, Matsuda-san. I didn't mean to--"
Matsuda shook his head and interrupted his co-worker, "Jeez, Ide-san! I didn't think you had that in you!" To lighten the mood and perhaps coax Ide out of his embarrassment, he laughed and playfully smacked Ide on the back. "Anyway, I was just coming to see what you've been avoiding me for!"
Ide calmed himself, "Sorry, I didn't realize I was giving you that impression."
"If you say so," Matsuda furrowed his brows out in mock anger.
The two had reached the bathroom, and much to Ide's discomfort, Matsuda continued to follow. Ide headed over to the urinals, to which Matsuda made himself home leaning against the wall next to him. Matsuda wasn't watching, but it still made Ide feel anxious regardless.
"You know, Ide-san, we should--"
"Do you have to stand there, Matsuda?" Ide offered a sidelong glance, his mouth curved in a blatant frown. Sure, he had intercourse the night prior with Matsuda, but that didn't mean that he didn't mind feeling watched as he relieved himself!
Matsuda hadn't expected such a negative reaction from last night's lover, causing him to frown. Pushing off from the wall, he moseyed over to Ide, wrapped his arms around the man, and rested his chin on Ide's shoulder. "Nn, but Ide-saaaa~n," Matsuda cooed teasingly.
Ide tensed, hoping that Matsuda would just go away. He had feelings for the other man, yes, but this was just too much. All he had intended to do on this little trip was to empty his bladder and return to work, yet it seemed like Matsuda insisted on something--most likely sexual. Worse yet, another member of the task force could have walked into the bathroom and come upon this scene. It was bad enough that he'd been stuck wearing one of Matsuda's suits. This would be far more incriminating.
"Stop it," Ide barked.
Surprised, Matsuda jumped back. Not too happy with Ide's reaction, he backed off and waved his hand dismissively, "Jeez. Alright, alright."
Without another word, Matsuda walked out of the bathroom to head back. He figured that it wouldn't look all too suspicious if they showed up at different times, and it was likely that nobody was really paying attention anyway. Ide's reaction annoyed him, but Matsuda decided that it would be much easier to play it off as if nothing had happened. That good-natured, impulsive clown was what everyone expected of him, who was he to deny them?
When Ide returned, Matsuda granted him the distance he was sure the man wanted. Of course, he was still trying to make it so that the other taskforce members were completely unaware of his and Ide's predicament. Matsuda hated keeping secrets like this though, and it was grating on him.
The shift seemed to crawl along, and Matsuda was feeling particularly distracted. He didn't have all too much work to do, which would usually frustrate him with a feeling of uselessness, but his mind was reeling enough that he knew he probably couldn't handle a huge onslaught of paperwork like this. His thoughts lingered on the confrontation with Ide, and thoughts of Souichiro had even surfaced from the night prior. It was terribly confusing.
Matsuda couldn't be more grateful that his shift was over. Once it was, he was quickly out the door and heading home. It was depressing having advances turned down, and it was becoming quite a pattern. Sure he'd had rejections in his life, but they were much further spaced than that of the past few days. Not only was he thankful that he was done with work for the day, but also that nobody was around. He was free to not act like the jester and dumb young guy of the division.
Once home, he decided that it wouldn't be too bad an idea to break out the beer and just hang out until it was time to go to bed or if Ide happened to show up to return the suit he was lent. Ide was a dependable guy, so Matsuda wasn't concerned that he might not return it. He knew he would.
No sooner than he figured, there came a knocking at the door. Pretty sure that it was Ide, he didn't hesitate to open up the door. Ide, just as he figured, stood at the door--tense.
"I came to return your suit," Ide held out a package. "Thank you."
"Not a problem!" Matsuda feigned a grin and gestured into his apartment, "Want to come in?"
"Its alright, I was just--"
"Just come in. Its fine! I was just having a drink," that grin of Matsuda's persisted.
Quietly, Ide complied.
"Nice choice!" Matsuda laughed, slapping the other man on the back playfully.
Acting the good host, Matsuda headed off to his fridge to grab his returned guest a can. He'd been drinking a lot lately, which was also a pattern he'd been unintentionally beginning. It was alright though, because it was nothing hard that he could get smashed on. It was all good.
Ide was quiet; it was unnerving. Even just taking a sidelong glance, Matsuda could tell that Ide had something on his mind. He could only begin to guess what that something could be. Of course, he felt the need to generate conversation with his guest. Awkwardness was, well, awkward.
"Uh," Matsuda began.
Ide looked up, clearly waiting for him to speak.
He laughed in a mildly nervous way, "Sorry about being a pain earlier, Ide-san."
"Its alright. I overreacted."
This was greeted with a shrug of Matsuda's shoulders, but Matsuda brightened right back up with a teasing look. "So Ide-san, I had no idea you could be so forceful. The way you subdued me in the hall was pretty cool. I never expected it."
Ide nodded, a slight tint of crimson appearing on his face. "Thanks."
Leaning forward and resting his forearms across his thighs, Matsuda smirked playfully. "I liked it, Ide-san. You should be like that more often!"
A small smile formed on Ide's lips, yet disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. It was clear that he was embarrassed having it mentioned, although he couldn't deny the small tingling sense of pride that was bubbling in his mind. His host found this rare commodity of a smile charming, and was now even more determined to bring this trait out.
Matsuda didn't bother thinking about what he should say next. He said what he meant, and meant what he said. "I love your smile, Ide-san. You need to smile more often. You always look so serious and melancholy! That's why you don't seem to get dates; you need to brighten up!"
"I can get dates just fine!" It was apparent that Matsuda had struck a nerve.
Matsuda sat back, waving his hands in a frantically apologetic manner, "Ah! I didn't mean it like that! I was just saying that I think you'd be more romantically successful if you smiled a little more…" Feeling like this was only digging him a deeper grave, he desisted in the suggestion. "Well, anyway. I like you the way you are, Ide-san. I want to see that dominant side of you again."
Without any idea of what to say, Ide said nothing. He couldn't decide whether to react to Matsuda insinuating that he was a failure at romance, or to be flattered about Matsuda liking the fact that he could pull subduing techniques just as well as the next officer.
"Uh… I'm sorry." Matsuda felt that he had said something wrong again, which was all but a new feeling. Of course, he decided that he had to try and make this right by saying something unrelated. "So, how about that case..? Pretty rough, huh?"
Ide nodded, "It will definitely be a difficult case to solve."
Matsuda stood rather abruptly, seeming to have set his mind on something. Although Ide was mildly surprised, he didn't respond more than simply watching as the other man came toward him.
Few moments had past before Ide recognized the look on Matsuda's face to be no different than the night prior. He gulped quietly at the thought, the muscles in his shoulders tensing out of his nervousness. Still, he remained.
Matsuda placed his hands on either side of Ide, moving in for a kiss. However, mid-action, his expression changed as if he'd gotten a sudden thought or inspiration. Closing his eyes and smiling, he pulled away from leaning over his guest and dropped to his knees.
Only being able to surmise what was going on through Matsuda's mind, or perhaps even projecting his own quiet desires onto what could be to come, Ide shifted a little and tried to prepare himself for it.
Yet, to Ide's surprise, his hands were taken up into Matsuda's. "Ide-san," Matsuda tried to put on his most romantic expression he could without laughing.
"Y-yes?" Ide stammered, unsure of what was going on. The anxiousness that was welling up inside of him caused small tremors in his body, which he endeavored to bring to a speedy end.
"Ide-san," Matsuda repeated in a gentle, smooth voice. He could hardly contain his excitement in which threatened to bubble up and ruin his little act. "Will you date me?"
Dating was the last thing Ide would have suspected Matsuda to mention in the few moments in which had just crawled by. Silently, he chided himself for having expected something terribly dirty of his host. Still… he was somewhat disappointed of the lack of what he was expecting.
Eagerly, Matsuda waited for Ide's reply. "Well?"
Ide nodded slowly, "S-sure."
"Then its settled!" Matsuda jumped to his feet in enthusiasm, grinning like a fool.
Unsure of what else to say, Ide was silent and merely watched as his newly acquired boyfriend seemed to celebrate the occasion. What was settled, he wondered.
Standing akimbo, Matsuda looked upon his lover with a wholehearted grin, "When's your shift tomorrow, Ide-san?"
"Uh…" It had slipped his mind, and took a minute for him to recollect his thoughts. "Morning shift. It should end at three. Why?"
"Good! Want to go out to dinner tomorrow night? My treat!"
