Chapter 2: The Big Date
"Soooo… are you going to tell me about this Yukio boy?"
Toshiro released an exasperated sigh and sent Rangiku a glare across the bar. They were in the middle of the Friday night dinner shift at The Seireitei, Toshiro minding his own business behind the bar, just trying to do his job, but Rangiku – who was a terrible waitress – seemed to refuse to leave him alone in favour of doing her own job.
"There's nothing to tell," Toshiro repeated for the tenth time that evening, "Now would you please take these cocktails to table six? They've been waiting for a while."
"This is more important!" Rangiku exclaimed, leaning across the bar and reaching for the young genius who stepped back quickly, "You've got a crush and I need to know about it!"
"Do you have a crush, Toshiro?" Rukia, the other bartender on that night, flashed him a wicked grin; she knew that she was just egging on Rangiku.
"He does, and he's being stingy on the details," Rangiku huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and doing a wonderful impression of a toddler.
"Maybe because there aren't any details to tell," Toshiro gritted his teeth, pushing the black service tray of brightly coloured cocktails towards the strawberry blonde, "Now are you going to do your job or should I go get Ichigo?"
Ichigo was the supervisor on shift that evening; he was a great guy, but as he was a newly promoted supervisor, he was rather hard on the staff as he fought to gain respect and show his authority. Toshiro used to have a bit of a crush on him too, but that was when he first started and before he found out the orange-haired male was desperately in love with Rukia, who in turn was in love with Renji, the apprentice chef, who – believe it or not – had a crush on Ichigo. Well, apparently anyway; that was just some of the restaurant drama Rangiku lived for.
"Fine," Rangiku grumbled, taking the tray of drinks reluctantly off the bar, "But I'm going to make sure we have our breaks at the same time tonight, and I will get it out of you."
And with a flick of her hair, the big breasted blonde was gone.
He didn't know how she managed to butter Ichigo up but not even half an hour later, the tall supervisor was requesting that both Toshiro and Rangiku take their fifteen minute breaks. The white haired male felt the colour drain from his face considerably as his busty blonde nightmare slid into the bar, grabbing his hand, yanking him through the kitchen and into the staff room. Rangiku sat him down and turned to leave, returning a minute later with two staff meals for their dinner, and placed one in front of him with a set of cutlery, while Toshiro sat trying not to feel like a child with an overbearing mother.
"Now talk," Rangiku demanded, sitting opposite him and leaning forward in anticipation.
Toshiro groaned and picked at his food, not even the slightest bit hungry; he hated telling Rangiku about his love life. Sure, she was his best friend or whatever, but that particular area of his life was not something he was prepared to discuss with her or anyone else, at least while it was in this stage of 'single – but about to go on a date with a super sexy blonde that is way out of my league'. He didn't want to tell Rangiku all about Yukio and his deeply seeded crush, because chances were it wasn't going to work out, and then the next time she'd ask for a progress update, he'd have to shamefully admit that Yukio hadn't been interested, and somehow convince her that it was fine, and not something he was ridiculously disappointed over. She would see right through him of course, and he wasn't prepared to face that again.
A half-eaten bread roll smacked him in the face softly, and he glanced up at Rangiku with a tired expression.
"Stop thinking like that," the blonde woman demanded.
"Like what?" Toshiro mumbled, throwing the half-eaten bread roll in the rubbish bin with perfect aim, Rangiku making a sound of objection to which Toshiro shrugged, "You throw it, you lose it."
Rangiku pursed her lips together before holding out an opened hand expectantly, "Show me your phone."
"What?" Toshiro flushed, knowing full well what she wanted it for, "No way!"
"I won't unlock it," Rangiku said evenly, in a calm but threatening manner, "I just want to see if he's messaged you since we've been here."
"You're not getting my phone, Ran-," Toshiro began.
Rangiku lunged across the staff room table before Toshiro had even finished speaking. The prodigy tried to curl up and protect his pockets but Rangiku's giant boobs hit his face, snapping his head back and causing his skull to collide hard with the wall behind him. He saw stars briefly, the light above them suddenly seeming too bright, and then he noticed Rangiku sitting back in her seat opposite him, scrolling through her phone – no, wait, it was his phone she had, he realised noticing the free space in his pocket. Toshiro rubbed the back of his head while glaring death at those two weapons attached to Rangiku's chest, the blonde looking rather happy with herself.
"Aw, he really likes you, Tosh!" she swooned, "He calls you 'Handsome', that's so cute!"
True to her word, she didn't unlock the phone, merely handing it back with a sly grin on her face. Toshiro, still rubbing his sore head and now blushing brightly, snatched it out of her hand and flipped it over to see what Yukio had left him.
Messenger 1hr ago
Yukio: How's work tonight, Handsome?
Messenger 33mins ago
Yukio: You live in the city, don't you? I could come pick you up tomorrow night?
Messenger 32mins ago
Yukio: Gods I'm impatient, I just want to be on our date now ;)
Toshiro fought hard to keep his own grin down, but alas it could not be stopped, and Rangiku started gushing all over again at his reaction to the notifications. Things had been going pretty well between the blonde and himself. They'd had lunch together every day since the first one on Monday, and stayed up late talking via Facebook messenger or text. So far, Yukio did seem really into it, and Toshiro could only pray he stayed that way.
After what felt like a lifetime, his fifteen minute break (read: interrogation) was finally over. Rangiku skipped out ahead of him, presumably to tell the rest of the staff, while Toshiro stalked moodily over to the bar, and got back to business, helping Rukia to complete the several orders she had lined up. Every time Rangiku came to the bar, she winked knowingly at the prodigy who scowled back and then he noticed several of the other staff coming to him with dopey grins.
"So, tomorrow night, huh Toshiro?" Rukia said, sliding back behind the bar after her own break.
Toshiro signed with exasperation as he polished a wine glass before hanging it on the rack above him; was this night ever going to end?
"Turn that frown upside down, Toshiro," Ichigo grinned as he came around the bar to use the register, "I've heard you've got a hot date tomorrow night?"
"Not you too," Toshiro groaned, clenching his eyes and trying to take deep, calming breaths.
"Yeah, he is hot," Yoruichi – the restaurant manager – appeared out of nowhere; Toshiro hadn't seen her all night since she was doing paperwork in the office, "Rangiku gave us his name, so Soi Fon and I Facebook stalked him."
"Soi Fon is in on this too?" Toshiro asked disbelievingly; Soi Fon was Yoruichi's fiancée and tended to just hang around in the office whenever the purple-haired woman was working; she was an officer in the military so she was often gone for weeks at a time, but then back for weeks at a time with nothing to do except follow her tanned wife-to-be around the restaurant.
"Are we talking about Toshiro's new boyfriend?" Renji stuck his head out the kitchen doors, "Speak up will you? We can't hear very well back here!"
"Yeah, speak up," Iba – the kitchenhand – popped his head out next, "Even Byakuya is interested in hearing about Tosh's boy."
Toshiro frowned; it seemed very unlikely that Byakuya, The Seireitei's head chef was interested in any aspect of his life, especially not his love or social lives.
"Toshiro! I've just had a thought," Rangiku, the strawberry blonde haired, big breasted, bane of Toshiro's existence, flounced up to the bar, "What are you going to wear? Oh, please, can I dress you?"
"I'm not a doll, Rangiku!"
"How about make-up?"
"I'm not wearing make-up, you devil woman!" Toshiro hissed, his eye beginning to twitch, and all the staff surrounding him burst out laughing. Rukia pulled the new glass out of Toshiro's rapidly tightening grip quickly before he could shatter it or better yet, throw it at a certain evil waitress.
Gods, when will this night ever fucking end?
…
Toshiro stared at his reflection in the mirror. Tonight was the night; his date with Yukio, the sexy blonde. It was cold out, so Toshiro donned dark blue jeans, a plain white shirt, a black jacket and, somewhat reluctantly, the teal scarf Rangiku had bought him last Christmas, saying it made him 'seriously sexy', enhancing his eye-colour and contrasting against his stark white hair. If Rangiku knew anything at all, it was fashion and dressing to impress, but he would never tell her that; she didn't need a bigger head.
He glanced at his watch – an eighteenth birthday present from his uncles – and took a deep breath; it was time to go. He'd told Yukio that he'd just meet him at Leicester Square to save him the effort of coming to pick him up – something which the blonde greatly protested against, but Toshiro didn't mind meeting him there; it would give him some extra time to calm his raging nerves.
The genius grabbed his phone, house key and wallet, shoving them in his pockets before exiting his bedroom. His uncles were in the living room, dressed up in tuxedos, as the smaller white haired man fixed his husband's bowtie.
Shunsui caught Toshiro's eye and smirked, "Time for your date?"
His uncles had found out about his upcoming date after he'd made the mistake of taking his phone to the dinner table where it continued to vibrate with new messages, and they teased him until he blurted out the truth to shut them up, or that the very least, just getting them to stop planning his wedding to 'mysterious texting boy'.
"Please don't get too excited," Toshiro pleaded, "We're just going to the movies."
"Ahh yes, the old cinema date," Shunsui chuckled, winking suggestively at his husband, "Do you remember our first date to the cinemas, Juu?"
Jushiro flushed bright red, and Toshiro groaned, clenching his eyes shut; he did not need to know about what those two got up to in their spare time. His uncle-through-marriage was particularly open to discussing sex, not in a perverted-uncle-paedophile way, just genuinely believing it would make Toshiro more educated and prepared for the future, but the nineteen year old wanted nothing of the sort. He knew what sex was, he'd had it a thousand times before with his ex, Kusaka, and he didn't need any lessons from anyone, particularly his family.
"We'll be home late tonight, Tosh," Jushiro said, clearly desperate to change the topic, "We're going to the ballet."
Uncle Juu loved to watch ballet, and Shunsui loved watching him watch ballet, so they went fairly often, making a whole night of it; dinner, ballet, champagne, basically Shunsui with all his money spoiling Jushiro as much as possible.
"What we're saying is you can bring someone home tonight if you want to," Shunsui grinned at his teal-eyed nephew, "You'll have the house to yourself until morning."
Toshiro blushed brightly, "W-what?! I had no intentions of-"
"And remember what I've told you, Tosh," Shunsui continued, ignoring Toshiro's spluttering, "Safe sex is good sex."
"Shunsui, stop it," Jushiro scolded his husband, smacking his arm softly, before turning to Toshiro, "But if you are going to do that Toshiro, there are condoms in our ensuite bathroom if you need."
The brunette in the room burst out laughing while Toshiro tried not to faint; Jushiro often jumped on the teasing bandwagon, but not when it was about sex, so he was genuinely advising Toshiro to use protection should he actually want to bring Yukio home to sleep with him.
"I'm not sure legal guardians are supposed to promote this sort of thing," Toshiro hissed at his uncles, Shunsui was still chuckling while Jushiro looked confused, "Aren't you supposed to say stuff like 'be home by ten' or 'no boys are allowed over until I've talked to their parents'?"
"You're nineteen now, kid," Shunsui smirked, "We're just annoying uncles now."
"Extremely annoying," Toshiro agreed, checking his watch again and heading towards the door, "Okay, I'm going now. Goodbye annoying uncles!"
"Have a good night, Tosh!" Jushiro called.
"Don't be silly, wrap your willy!" Shunsui chimed in.
"But don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do!"
"No glove, no love!"
"Be home by ten!"
"Sex is cleaner with a wrapped wien-ouch! Babe?"
Toshiro slammed the door behind him, and ran out the front gate and onto the street; yeah, there was no way Yukio would be meeting his uncles any time soon – they were completely mental, the both of them.
…
Despite coming to the conclusion that the blonde would definitely stand him up, Toshiro spotted Yukio leaning against the outside wall of the M&M World store, his newsboy cap on and hair covering his blue eye as usual, and the long black coat swayed around his knees in the light breeze. The young prodigy took a deep breath; the nerves had only increased as he got closer to meeting his date, and hadn't been quelled in the slightest. He had to tell his legs to move before they would, and he gave his best attempt at appearing confident as he walked towards the sexiest blonde to ever exist, although he knew he was failing terribly, especially when he tripped over his own feet less than two metres from his destination.
It wasn't a small stumble either; it wasn't one he could quickly correct, stay upright and walk it off only mildly embarrassed – gods, no – it was the type of stumble that would have left him face down on the concrete and people might have come over to see if he was okay afterwards. Luckily – or unluckily, depending on how Toshiro decided to view it – strong but lean arms wrapped around his midsection and caught him before he could hit the ground, pulling him back up and against a warm, firm chest. Once stable, Toshiro reluctantly looked up in to the face of his saviour, very much aware of the arms still around his body holding him tightly.
"H-hello," Toshiro murmured thickly, looking anywhere but the piercing emerald eye boring into him.
"Hey," Yukio breathed, and Toshiro's eyes flicked instinctively down to the boy's lips; he was so close, all Toshiro needed to do was stand on his tip toes and lean forward an inch, and-
"Are you always this clumsy?" Yukio asked, a cheeky grin stretching across his handsome face.
"Increasingly… around you," Toshiro answered, muttering the last bit under his breath; normally he wasn't at all clumsy, but Yukio in all his blonde glory had a terrible effect on him, increasing his regular shyness tenfold and reducing his ability to walk properly by half.
Despite not intending to have his answered heard, Yukio laughed anyway, releasing his hold on Toshiro and the prodigy inwardly pouted at the retreating warmth; he could have stayed in those arms forever. Yukio took a step back, and his one visible eye darted up and down Toshiro's body, causing the prodigy to duck his head and shift awkwardly from foot to foot, his self-consciousness rising rapidly under the scrutinising gaze.
"You look…" Yukio murmured, pausing in the middle of his sentence, "So gorgeous."
"Gorgeous?" Toshiro repeated, completely dumbfounded; that was certainly not a word he'd use to describe himself.
"Gorgeous," Yukio confirmed with a sharp nod, "Why do you look so surprised?"
"Well, I – uh – I'm not sure I am?" Toshiro frowned, not really knowing his own answer, "I've never been called that before, so…"
Yukio frowned, "Kusaka never told you that you're gorgeous?"
There had been a night when the two boys had been texting each other, where they had briefly discussed their ex-boyfriends. Yukio had told Toshiro about his previous relationship with an older man called Shuuhei; apparently, Shuuhei was a great guy to start off with, but he'd turned to alcohol and drugs pretty heavily, losing all ambition to have a career, travel or do anything outside of going to the pub each and every night until closing time for the rest of his life. He'd been from Yukio's 'dead-end' hometown, and the blonde had eventually broken up with the man after he felt himself being dragged down by him. Yukio seemed to be completely over it now, saying that the man he left behind wasn't the same man he'd started dating, and was no longer remotely attracted to him.
In return for this personal information, Toshiro then informed his new crush about his previous relationship with Sojiro Kusaka, his high school boyfriend that had broken up with him about a year ago now. Kusaka had always been popular at school, and hadn't noticed Toshiro at all until the prodigy started beating him in everything. They'd been together for close to two years, but in the final year of high school, Kusaka had begun to change; he'd become competitive, angry and dominating. When Toshiro had beat his score in the final exams, topping the whole grade, Kusaka had snapped, saying that he never wanted to see Toshiro again… and he didn't. It had cut the prodigy pretty deep, causing him to lose a lot of confidence, but with the help of his uncles and Rangiku, Toshiro had pulled through and moved on.
"Uh, no," Toshiro answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders a little, "I was 'cute' to him, or 'hot' if we were having sex."
"Well you are both of those things," Yukio responded, a half-smile tugging at his lips, "But you are gorgeous too."
Toshiro flushed, accepting the compliment with a strangled 'thank you' and an odd bow he'd never done in his life, causing Yukio to chuckle some more. To take his mind of the embarrassment, Toshiro let his eyes wander over his date's appearance; Yukio was indeed wearing his token hat and coat, but underneath he donned pale blue skinny jeans and charcoal grey shirt that hugged his waist so nicely that Toshiro just wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and bury his face into his slender neck, ideally as the blonde wrapped his own arms around the prodigy's body and kissed his face lovingly, but, you know… one step at a time…
"You're gorgeous too," Toshiro mumbled, looking away as he spoke and feeling the heat rising once more in his cheeks.
Yukio didn't say anything in response, but a soft hand grabbed Toshiro's own, and he glanced back at the blonde to see him pulling it towards his mouth. Soft lips pressed against the back of Toshiro's small hand and lingered; the prodigy did his best to not close his eyes and imagine those warm lips against his own. Yukio pulled back, smirking a little, before letting their still linked hands drop down to a natural place between their outer thighs, his long thin fingers intertwining gently with Toshiro's own.
"Come on," Yukio grinned, tugging Toshiro back in the direction he came from, "Let's find some food."
…
Neither of them had been in the mood for a big dinner, so they settled on buying a big slice of pizza and a can of soft drink each from one of the take-away sections of a larger restaurant before sitting on a bench seat and watching the street performers and buskers around the square. There was a group of hip-hop dances back towards the M&M World store, a group of musicians at the other side of the grass area, and a magician directly in front of Toshiro and Yukio. The magician was a brilliant performer, Toshiro had to admit, watching the tall man prancing around in a cape and asking young children to be his personal assistants for a variety of magic tricks.
"I still can't believe you like pineapple on your pizza," Yukio chuckled, eyeing Toshiro's half-eaten slice with mock-disgust.
"I still can't believe you don't like it," Toshiro grinned back, picking a bit of pineapple off his Hawaiian pizza and putting it straight into his mouth, "It feels like I'm actually in Hawaii."
"Have you ever been to Hawaii?" the blonde asked, raising a sceptical eyebrow while looking around at the people walking through the square, each and every one of them wrapped in long pants and thick jackets, the odd scarf and beanie making an appearance.
Toshiro grinned, "No, but my uncles are considering it for the next family holiday."
"Hawaii for a family holiday?" Yukio exclaimed, jaw dropped and emerald eye wide open, "You guys must be loaded."
"My uncle, Shunsui, is the CEO of Division Eight-"
"The fashion store?"
"Yeah," Toshiro hummed, "He's got stores all through the UK and Europe, and now Japan. He's hoping to move into the US market soon."
Yukio gave a low impressed whistle while Toshiro grimaced; he liked the comforts he was afforded with having a rich guardian but he didn't like talking about how much money Shunsui had. Mostly because he didn't want people just to like him for that reason. Shunsui was good to him, but Toshiro was determined to make his own way in life; he worked his own job and paid for his own stuff, he wanted to pay his uncles board to cover food, rent and utility expenses but they refused to take anything from him.
"So you live with your uncles?" Yukio asked, and Toshiro nodded his affirmation before the blonde continued, "And they're… brothers?"
"Husbands," Toshiro answered, "Jushiro was my mother's brother, and he married Shunsui."
"I see," Yukio nodded, staring at his can of Sprite, "And your parents; are they alive?"
"No," Toshiro murmured, "They died in a car accident when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry," Yukio took his hand again, rubbing Toshiro's cold knuckles with his much warmer thumb.
"It's okay," Toshiro gave a half-smile, "It was a long time ago now."
"So you're uncles raised you then?" Yukio continued to hold Toshiro's hand and the prodigy was stuck between not wanting to have this personal discussion and not wanting Yukio to let go of him.
"Uh, no," Toshiro exhaled, "My grandmother – my father's mother – did until I was fourteen."
"What happened?"
"She kicked me out when I told her I was gay."
Yukio's gaze snapped up from where he was staring at their joined hands to Toshiro's teal irises. The blonde opened his mouth to speak but Toshiro cut over him quickly.
"It's fine," Toshiro said quickly, nodding a little, "She apologized later, and she still calls on Christmas day. Living with my uncles has been really good for me anyway, they've taught me so much… and they put up with me during my shocking mid-teens, so…"
"There was no way you were a rebellious teen," Yukio scoffed, seemingly okay with the abrupt topic change.
"I made my own tattoo machine…"
"No, you didn't," Yukio shook his head disbelievingly and laughing hard.
"And a piercing gun."
"Lies."
"I let the piercings heal over, but I've still got the tattoo."
"I don't believe you!" Yukio was crying now, refusing to accept Toshiro's dark fifteen and sixteen year old past self.
"Maybe if you're lucky, I'll show it to you later," Toshiro threw Yukio a wink, causing the other to sober immediately, flushing a beautiful shade of crimson.
It felt nice to be the one that makes the other boy blush, Toshiro decided; he wasn't sure where this sudden bout of confidence was coming from, or even why he had felt comfortable enough sharing his personal heartbreaks with the sexy blonde, but he had, and it felt nice to feel such a connection with someone new. Besides, it was the truth and he did, in fact, still have his little hand-drawn self-done tattoo in a rather intimate spot of his body, and if Yukio wanted to see it, Toshiro wouldn't try and stop him…
"Are you telling me you weren't a rebellious teen?" Toshiro smirked lazily before eating the last bit of his pizza.
"No, I was," Yukio's cheeks were slowly returning to normal, "I just can't believe you were."
"I was more of a try-hard rebel, I didn't do anything really bad," Toshiro chuckled, "What did you do?"
"I skipped school, shoplifted, dyed my hair just about every colour ever made-"
"You dyed your hair?" Toshiro repeated, outraged that Yukio might ever have been any other colour than blonde.
"Hmmm," Yukio cringed, "It wasn't a good look, especially the pink."
Toshiro frowned, trying to image a pink-haired Yukio. The blonde was watching his expression and laughed, causing Toshiro to chuckle along.
"The worst thing I ever did was date Shuuhei who was ten years older than me, and I was sixteen when we started dating. My parents didn't know I was gay until they walked in on us fucking on their bed."
Toshiro almost dropped his lemonade in shock. The idea of Yukio with anyone else was mildly sickening to Toshiro, but for his parents to see him like that in their own bed must have been a serious shock, and he doubted their reactions would have been pleasant.
Seemingly reading Toshiro's mind, Yukio continued, "They were high at the time, they thought it was a hallucination and then the next day, they'd forgotten all about it."
It was Toshiro's turn to hold Yukio's hand although neither of them had let go from before. Yukio had once told him that the small run-down town he'd come from had a serious drug and alcohol problem that had taken many of his school friends as well as his ex-boyfriend, but the blonde had never really mentioned his parents in the same equation, or at all, now that Toshiro came to think of it, just as he hadn't mentioned his own. They'd both been avoiding it until now.
"I could never do drugs like that," Yukio murmured staring off into space, "I barely even drink because I've seen what alcoholism can do alone."
Not entirely sure how to respond, Toshiro leaned towards Yukio until he was resting against the blonde's shoulder; with their relatively small height-gap, Toshiro usually stood at eye-level to Yukio's bottom lip – which was like dangling a bone in front of a dog but telling them to 'stay' – and that made the blonde's shoulder at perfect resting level for Toshiro's head. Yukio accepted the strange comfort offer, wrapping an arm around Toshiro's shoulders and pulling him closer. At the exact same time, both boys sighed in content, and after a brief pause of comprehension, they both chuckled softly at their identical reactions.
They stayed in that position for some time, Toshiro watching the magician continue his performance while Yukio sat silently, and occasionally rubbing the young prodigy's outer-thigh, since his arm had dropped from Toshiro's shoulders to his waist. The genius couldn't believe his luck at being so close to the super sexy blonde he'd been trying to befriend for the better part of a month now; just how exactly he ended up on a date with the cute boy and cuddling was beyond him, but he was beginning to think there was something more than just Pavlov's theory of classical conditioning at play here.
"We better get moving," Yukio mumbled from above, "The movie starts in fifteen minutes."
Reluctantly, Toshiro stood up, quickly collecting their rubbish and throwing it into the nearest bin before returning to Yukio's side. He still couldn't help but trying to imagine Yukio with any other colour but blonde hair, especially not a bright pink.
"You're still picturing me with pink hair, aren't you?" Yukio pouted, reading Toshiro's mind flawlessly.
Toshiro only grinned in response.
Yukio rolled his eyes in exasperation, grabbing Toshiro's hand once more and tugging him towards the cinema, "Let's go, Handsome."
…
The movie was terrible, but Toshiro didn't mind as he felt Yukio's arm come around his shoulders once more; the armrest between them wasn't of the folding variety, so it stayed between them and dug into Toshiro's ribs uncomfortably. He still didn't mind though, because Yukio was touching him and that was all that mattered.
As Yukio had initially suggested, the two of them had snuck bon bons into the cinema and other than the sound of the rustling packaging, the little round sweets were indeed quiet to eat and therefore cinema appropriate. Toshiro liked watching the blonde eating them, his strong jaw working silently and causing the prodigy to have visions of himself kissing along that jawline. He had to calm himself down several times in order to stop the erection that so desperately wanted to come to life in his pants; Yukio was just too damn hot for his own good.
As if hearing Toshiro's last thought, Yukio turned towards the flushing prodigy and flashed him the dazzling grin that was cheeky, happy, playful and just downright sexy.
"I knew this would be an awful movie," Yukio whispered in Toshiro's ear, the younger boy shuddering a little at the intimacy.
"Why did you pick it then?" Toshiro asked quietly, leaning back from his date to put some needed space between them, although Yukio's upper body just followed him, leaning over the armrest.
"So I could watch you instead," the blonde murmured, his emerald eye flicking down Toshiro's body and back up.
Toshiro was grateful for the darkness of the cinema as he flushed bright red and stammered out random syllables that had no connection to any real words. Yukio laughed loudly, and a few people glanced over since the part of the movie that was playing was not a funny moment at all. The blonde, still chuckling, moved back to sit properly on his side of the armrest but Toshiro dared not move from his leaning-away position. He needed to calm himself again; just the thought of Yukio staring at him, possibly with dark, lustful and possessive eyes, was enough to get his imagination whirling.
It was so vivid to him; Yukio grabbing his waist and pulling their bodies flush together, growling 'mine' before ravishing Toshiro's neck. Lips, tongue and teeth travelling desperately down the prodigy's throat… Yukio's strong arms lifting him up and dropping him onto a bed… The blonde climbing on top of him and pinning him to the mattress with his body weight… Hands travelling down his sides before meeting at his waistband… A skilled gamer hand diving inside Toshiro's jeans and boxers and grabbing hold of his-
Stop that.
They were in the back row of the cinema, but on a Saturday night, it was fairly busy with at least two-thirds of the cinema's seats in use. There was one empty seat either side of the boys but the second seats on both sides were occupied. There were a number of other couples too given this movie was romantic comedy. In an effort to distract himself from Yukio, Toshiro did his best to pay attention to the movie… oh and a sex scene, wonderful, just what Toshiro needed to see right now as he tried to take his mind of both sex and Yukio and especially the combination of the two. The scene seemed to be having an effect on the whole room, as many couples around them began to kiss, as well as… other suspicious looking activity coming from the far left aisle.
A hand on his thigh had Toshiro flinching back in surprise; he'd been so caught up watching all these couples start to make out as well as being very tense from his earlier erotic visions, he'd forgotten his date was still beside him and possibly watching his every move. At Toshiro's less than reciprocal reaction, Yukio's hand withdrew instantly and Toshiro felt his body shift beside him, leaning further away. Toshiro slapped himself internally; why had he done that?! He needed to correct this fast, he needed Yukio to know he was open to any sexual advances he might make. Toshiro hadn't expected Yukio to make a move, but gods did he want him to.
Toshiro quickly grabbed Yukio's retreating arm, pulling it gently back towards him. The blonde glanced at him in mild confusion, and Toshiro took a silent deep breath before locating the blonde's hand and returning it back to his thigh. He was too nervous to meet the blonde's eye but after a short pause, Yukio's hand squeezed his thigh reassuringly. Warmth spread throughout Toshiro's body and suddenly he felt another hand gently cupping his chin and guiding him to look up at his date. Yukio stared at him, both eyes on display and looking deep into Toshiro's heart, the prodigy tried to keep his expression calm but who knows what it actually looked like. The blonde's eyes flickered to Toshiro's lips briefly before he began to close the gap between them at a painfully slow pace.
Toshiro's eyelids fluttered shut automatically as Yukio's face crept closer, and he felt the blonde's quickened breath against his face. He could even taste it; the lemon bon bons fresh on his tongue – a beautifully sweet flavour Toshiro was about to take into his mouth. Even with his eyes closed, Toshiro could tell how far Yukio was away from him and it wasn't far at all; their lips were only millimetres apart. His heart beat hard in his chest as finally, soft lips brushed his own-
"Sorry, excuse me," A voice called and something knocked Toshiro's knees softly, causing the boys to break apart before they could kiss properly, "Sorry, I just need to get back to my seat, thank you, excuse me…"
A middle aged lady pushed through their aisle, bustling her way past the almost-kissing boys, before finally making her way to her seat beside Yukio. Both males glared after her, scowling at the interruption. Toshiro looked away first, feeling the colour rising in his cheeks; he'd been so close to kissing his crush, so close to feeling those soft lips pressing firmly against his own, but now, thanks to one annoying lady, the mood had shifted. Yukio appeared to be silently fuming, still glaring at the woman who now sat beside him despite not being there for the first hour of the film, while Toshiro just felt awkward and embarrassed, and the movie had taken a depressing turn with the lead male suddenly dying and the lead female crying her way through the final scenes of the film.
Yukio sighed beside him, and Toshiro felt the arm return to his shoulders and a soft kiss being planted on Toshiro's crown. The prodigy closed his eyes and leant back into the blonde's hold. Despite the embarrassment he felt about coming so close to kissing his date only to be interrupted by a stranger, Toshiro knew one good thing had come out of this whole experience, and that was the fact that Yukio had apparently wanted to kiss him just as much as Toshiro wanted to. He still wasn't sure what the blonde saw in him that made him initiate this date as well as all the hand-holding, cuddling and almost-kissing, but Toshiro was willing to risk a potentially broken heart in the future to find out.
…
Toshiro and Yukio exited the cinema, following the crowd and still eyeing the woman who had interrupted their kiss. A rush of cold hit them the moment they left the warmth of the foyer and moved back into the square which was still busy due to it being the weekend. The prodigy shivered a little, adjusting his scarf and pulling his jacket tighter around him.
"Cold?" Yukio asked, emerald eye softening with care.
"N-nope," Toshiro's teeth chattered, causing Yukio to chuckle a little before engulfing him in a warm hug.
It was their first proper hug, and Toshiro found his head resting perfectly on Yukio's shoulder. Kusaka had never been much of a cuddler; not when Toshiro was upset or sick, not post-sex or in bed, not ever really, so hugging Yukio was a nice new experience. Of course, Toshiro had been hugged many times by his grandmother, his uncles and Rangiku (hers were usually rather suffocating) but being held this way by a crush and potential future boyfriend was different. It was intimate and protective and caring in a different way. It was warm too, and soon Toshiro forgot he was standing outside in the middle of London at night; for all he knew, he could have been snuggled up on the couch with a blanket in front of the fireplace.
"I'll walk you home," Yukio murmured softly, detaching himself slowly – but not letting go of Toshiro's hand – before pulling him along in the direction of the tube station.
"I should walk you home," Toshiro responded, "You might miss curfew otherwise."
Yukio stayed in the student housing on campus and had to adhere to a midnight curfew on weekends, or 10:30pm during the week.
Yukio checked his phone for the time, "I've still got an hour."
"What if it rains?" Toshiro frowned, "This is London, it's going to rain."
"Then I'll get a bit wet, it's no big deal."
"I won't allow that," Toshiro murmured, quickening his pace towards the tube station and this time he was the one pulling Yukio along.
The boys descended into the underground station, before jumping on a train to Green Park and swapping to another tube and finally getting off at Pimlico. Toshiro's house was almost equal distance between Pimlico and Victoria, but he knew the streets around Pimlico better which allowed him a shorter, safer walk home at this time of the evening.
Unfortunately, after a few steps out in the open, the rain did indeed come… heavily. Toshiro and Yukio sprinted through the streets as the rain hammered down upon them, trying desperately not to slip over in the recently made puddles that now littered the sidewalk and roads. They were running along one of the main roads when a taxi flew past them, spraying water all over them and effectively drenching them.
"Fuck," Yukio hissed loudly, wiping the dirty water from his eyes, "What the fuck, London?!"
Toshiro grabbed the boy's hand again and pulled him through a narrow side street. If Yukio protested, he couldn't hear it over the rain which was loud as it whipped against street signs, parked cars and the rooftops and windows of the surrounding buildings and houses.
Not long now, Toshiro panted as he ran through the rain, Yukio catching up to run beside him. They ducked in a few more short side streets before Toshiro spotted the little gate to his uncles' terrace house. At the gate, he turned sharply, pulling Yukio with him and ushered them both under the tiny awning which covered the front door. There wasn't a whole lot of room under the awning, so in order to keep them both out of the rain, Toshiro had to pull Yukio's body flush against his… he wasn't complaining however.
Breathing heavily, both boys leant against the thick oak door. Toshiro's eyes had clenched shut as he tried to get his breathing back to normal, but he cracked them open to check on Yukio. The blonde, like him, was completely soaked from head to toe, although he'd managed to save his newsboy cap from the rain by tucking it under his shirt as he ran; blonde hair had turned dark in the rain, clumping together unevenly and sticking to the boy's face. It was a seriously sexy picture, Toshiro noted as he cocked his head to the side in awe. Yukio's heterochromia-blessed eyes stared at Toshiro with humour glinting in them, his mouth twisting into his usual cheeky grin.
"Well it rained," He chuckled.
Toshiro couldn't help but laugh at his own prediction causing havoc on the both of them, and Yukio joined in. Soon they were struggling to breathe for a different reason as they doubled over in fits of laughter, each setting the other off in a never-ending cycle. The gripped each other for support as they chuckled stupidly at their own misfortune. It took many minutes of standing out in the cold while completely wet before their outrageous laughter died into small chuckles, and Toshiro wasn't sure if his body was shaking from the piercing coldness or from the fact they were still giggling over nothing. The boys eventually let go of each other and leaned away as much as possible without getting rained on and tried to compose themselves. Toshiro could feel his mouth beginning to hurt from smiling too much but he couldn't help it; Yukio just made him feel happy and warm, and the smile just came naturally.
Yukio grinned back and Toshiro was once again taken with how seriously gorgeous this blonde was. As if on cue, Yukio's eyes softened, and his wet hand cupped Toshiro's equally wet cheek, his thumb running across the prodigy's cheekbone, and he drew their faces together quickly.
No one interrupted them this time, and the rain provided nice background music as the boys' lips came together firmly. Yukio's hand on Toshiro's cheek held his face in place, and soon the young genius felt the blonde's other arm wrap around his waist securely and pulling their bodies firmly against each other. Their lips moved hungrily, trying to take in as much as possible. Toshiro felt Yukio open against him, and a wet appendage swiping his lips desperately. The white haired male let the tongue into his mouth immediately, happily leaving Yukio to dominate the kiss, which had always been raw but now it was becoming needy. Toshiro used his own tongue to play against his date's as they danced around each other, sliding between their two open mouths.
Not wanting Yukio's hand to leave his cheek, Toshiro settled on leaving his hand on that side to grip the blonde's toned bicep for support, while his other hand was instantly in the wet blonde locks he'd been so desperate to feel. Apparently the older male loved having fingers in his hair as much as Toshiro did, and moaned a little into the kiss, a sound which went straight to Toshiro's groin. Yukio must have felt Toshiro's hardening member rub against his thigh, because suddenly Toshiro was pushed against the front door while Yukio's own clothed erection pressed against his hips.
Toshiro was desperate for friction, and rolled his hips a little, causing both boys to detach from the kiss in order to moan loudly. The nineteen year old no longer cared they were still wet, or minded the fact they were outside and visible from the street. No one would be out there in this weather and their moans were covered by the still heavily pelting rain.
Gods, he wanted Yukio so bad. He wanted Yukio completely; he wanted the blonde to push deep inside him and make Toshiro his own. The prodigy shuddered at the thought of the twenty year old pounding him into next week.
"You're cold," Yukio murmured, pressing his lips to the corner of Toshiro's lips, "You're still shivering."
Well, shivering in excitement maybe, Toshiro frowned.
"No, I'm not," Toshiro breathed, latching his lips onto that delicious jawline that he'd be salivating over for weeks.
Yukio's hands on both of his hips now, and doing nothing to stop Toshiro's work which was now progressing down the blonde's neck.
"Gods, Toshiro," Yukio swallowed against Toshiro's lips, "You have no idea how much I want you."
Toshiro creased his brow and stopped mid-kiss; he certainly knew a thing or two about wanting someone but he never would have though Yukio could have wanted him like that; bon bons weren't that effective.
A sudden tickle hit his nose, and the white haired teenager quickly covered his nose and mouth with his hand and sneezed. Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit cold. Toshiro flushed in embarrassment at the mood killer.
"That was the most adorable sneeze I've ever heard," Yukio chuckled, seemingly not disgusted by it, "But you are freezing, so you're going inside. Now."
"Yes, Mum," Toshiro pouted, rolling his eyes and turning away from the now grinning blonde.
He fished the key out of his pocket and fiddled with the lock.
"You're definitely going to miss curfew now," Toshiro stated, as he felt Yukio press his lips against the back of his neck, "You might as well stay here the night. I'll get you some dry clothes to wear."
Or he could just take off the blonde's wet clothes and leave him that way.
"Sounds good to me," Yukio continued to press kisses into the back of Toshiro's neck, his half-hard erection pressing into his ass and causing the prodigy to falter with the lock more than once.
Gods, Toshiro really wanted Yukio now.
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