So the thing of it was, Daiki had had every intention of taking the fullest possible advantage of Tetsu's phone number—he honestly had meant to use it. Tetsu fucked like a demon, a very sexy demon, and while Daiki was definitely more of the brawns than brains type, he wasn't stupid. He could recognize a good thing when it was bare-ass naked in his bed, and that was a fact.
The thing was, he didn't need the number right away. He tipped the pizza guy a hundred bucks to go fetch them a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, which Daiki felt was a pretty brilliant move on his part and put a tiny, almost imperceptible smile on Tetsu's face. By the time they'd devoured most of the pizza, the pizza guy had returned to hand off the requested supplies with a grin and a wink and Daiki was feeling ready to pick up right where they'd left off. So was Tetsu, who wasn't particularly talkative but sure did a lot of looking with clear intent. Daiki barely got the door closed and locked after the pizza guy before Tetsu tackled him back into bed, which was a damn impressive feat even if that fancy suit had been covering up a surprising amount of lean muscle.
Not that Daiki had a whole lot of time to think about that, not when Tetsu pushed his knees apart and settled between them and proceeded to suck most of Daiki's ability to think out by way of his dick. By the time Tetsu's nose was pressed against his stomach and he had three fingers working in and out of his ass, twisting just so to make the fireworks explode behind Daiki's eyelids, Daiki was past the point of meaningful thought and had been reduced to clutching the headboard and begging to be fucked. The really fantastic thing was that Tetsu obliged him—just hooked Daiki's ankles over his shoulders and sank into him, hitting just the right angle to drive the breath right out of Daiki's throat every time he rolled his hips forward. All Daiki could do was hang on for the ride, so he did, groaning until he was hoarse with it while Tetsu slid in and out of him, the rhythm of his hips as steady as the ice-blue gaze of his eyes. By the time Tetsu hitched his hips a little higher and the sensation of that twisted through him like a knife, Daiki was a sweat-slicked mess, nearly mindless even before orgasm punched through him. Tetsu fucked him through it, kept rocking into him even after he'd gone boneless and wrung-out with the way each shift of Tetsu's hips sent aftershocks skittering along his nerves. Daiki lolled beneath him, trying to catch his breath and hovering on the edge of too much, and couldn't bring himself to cry off. It would have been a crime to interrupt Tetsu, who moved against him steadily and watched him with hooded, dark eyes until he finally tensed and came again. He groaned as he closed his eyes, gleaming and taut in the glow of the lamp, and caught himself over Daiki after he relaxed again.
If Satsuki had been around, she would have insisted that he get up and make his excuses at that point (probably while shielding his eyes and complaining about having to be his social director and his conscience all the while). Since she was in Fiji, Daiki stayed right where he was, sprawled out and (temporarily) fucked-out, and silently awarded Tetsu the title best one-night stand ever when all he did was flop down next to him.
It was a solid thirty-six hours before either one of them made a gesture at stepping foot outside the hotel room. By the time that Tetsu said, clearly regretting it, "No, I really must go. I have a client to attend to," they'd received three separate calls from the front desk regarding the amount of noise they were making, Daiki had a pattern of bruises and bite marks on the insides of his thighs from where Tetsu had pinned his hips down and teased him mercilessly before swallowing him down and sucking him dry, and Tetsu had allowed him to wrap the supple leather of his belt around his wrists and let Daiki fuck a creative string of profanities out of him.
"Yeah, I guess I should get back to work, too," Daiki agreed, vague about the supposed business that had brought him to Toledo. Mercifully, Tetsu hadn't been at all interested in business talk and he hadn't been forced to elaborate on his cover. He tilted his head at Tetsu. "Call you this evening when I'm free?"
Maybe Tetsu hesitated a moment over that, but Daiki didn't see what that mattered, not when his ultimate answer was a nod. "Yes. Do that."
And the thing was, Daiki absolutely intended to do exactly that: he headed back to his real hotel room with the intention of having a long, hot bath and a meal that wasn't greasy delivery food and then a nap to rejuvenate himself before calling Tetsu up. In a just world, he would have been able to do exactly that, but he was just getting comfortable in his bed when his phone rang. It was Satsuki, so tense she didn't even bother with the preliminaries before announcing, "We have a job in Rio. I've booked your flight out of Detroit. Wheels up at three o'clock."
That was enough to grab Daiki's attention, even as he sat up and started groping for a change of clothes. "I thought I was on probation."
"Things have changed," Satsuki said. By the sound of it, they had not changed for the better.
"Gotcha," Daiki said, looking at the time and grimacing at how closely he was going to have to cut it. "Bad?"
"I'll tell you when I see you," she said, clipped, and yeah. Daiki grimaced as he hopped into his jeans. It sounded like it was gonna be really bad this time.
As it turned out, it was even worse than he'd expected—not that he was too surprised by that, not when Imayoshi had pulled him out of the quiet limbo that the Skopje job had made necessary—and it was a solid three weeks of pure clusterfuck before the dust even began to settle. Daiki didn't mind that so much—he was the best there was, no question of that, and there wasn't anything he liked better than a little bit of orchestrated chaos—but it did mean that he didn't have the time to do anything with the scrap of paper with Tetsu's number until well after the job had ended and Imayoshi had sent them to New York to cool their heels.
He called it the instant he got a free moment, but all he reached was a prerecorded message informing him that the number he'd reached was out of service. It was a damn shame, but there wasn't any helping it.
"Probably wouldn't have worked out anyway," Daiki muttered, looking at the scrap of paper and feeling disappointed nonetheless when it turned out that it had been assigned to a prepaid cellphone and could not be tracked any further than that. Maybe it was sentimental to do it, but he folded it up and returned it to his wallet anyway—what the hell, why not hold onto the only memento left of the best sex he'd ever had? After all, it was a big world, and chances were pretty damn good that he wasn't ever going to run into Tetsu again.
