Trifecta Love from A to Z
By Shin Sankai
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Chapter 4: Dating
"You can't be serious!" Kirishima blurted out, hands resting against his hips as he gazed down at the salesman in disbelief.
"What?"
"We're going out aren't we? That's why I want to take you on a date."
"We are?" Yokozawa couldn't keep the surprise from his voice and watched as the older man sighed in slight exasperation.
"Seriously? Yokozawa..." Almond watched steely blue dart away and Kirishima finally took a seat next to the salesman, his hand moving over the table to rest over one of his. "Why else would I want to spend so much time with you, if I weren't interested in you, in that way?"
"Well...to make fun of me...and make me do whatever you wanted since you've pictures of me."
"Its one freaking photo!" Kirishima snapped, watching the salesman jolt at his words. "I stopped using it as leverage because I thought you didn't mind my company like how I enjoy yours!" Yokozawa dropped his gaze to Kirishima's hand resting over his, the man's thumb brushing against his skin. The small sensation felt nice. "Have I seriously been forcing you to be with me all this time?"
"Eh?" Yokozawa raised his face and eyes to stare pointedly into almond orbs, the man clearly feeling a little apprehensive right now. "O-Of course not! Its just..."
"Its just what?"
"You've a daughter!"
"So?"
"What do you mean so? Getting involved in a same sex relationship is not easy...and you sure as hell shouldn't make such a decision lightly either. There are many obstacles to face after all. And besides, what would Hiyo think about all of this and not just her, but what about the rest of your family?"
"I never said it would be easy. All relationships require dedication and effort to make them work, its not just same sex ones. And I would hope to be given a chance to explain our relationship to Hiyo as she gets older too!" The comment made Yokozawa's cheeks flush. It was like Kirishima could see a future with him even though they'd only been associated with each other for such a short period of time. And then there was he who still remained indecisive about this sudden development. "And why is it just my family? What about your own?" Silence enveloped the two men and while Yokozawa refused to look over at him, the Editor-in-Chief realised that the salesman had obviously been truthful with his family about his sexual orientation. At least that was one obstacle out the way. "Yokozawa, I know I tease you, but did you seriously think I was just playing around?"
"Well..." Yokozawa felt insanely guilty at the hurt look that rushed over Kirishima's handsome face. It was the first time that such a look and such a frown had been directed at him...and he hated that look instantly. He wanted the smiling and infuriating cocky attitude back.
"I'm not doing this on some whim you know. I am serious about dating you."
"But Hiyo..."
"Hiyo loves you." Kirishima watched the dark haired man visibly gulp down the lump which was stuck in his throat. He knew his younger companion was quickly falling in love with his adorable daughter...and hoped beyond all hope that his feelings towards him were slowly turning romantic. Clearly that had not been the case at all from this conversation! "Won't you take a chance and fall in love with me Yokozawa?" Kirishima picked up Yokozawa's slightly trembling hand and wrapped it within both of his warm ones. "I'm not playing around." The older man watched the younger bite his bottom lip, probably fighting an inner battle with himself as to whether he caved or stubbornly refused. "I promise to take very good care of you." A slight frown marred Kirishima's face when Yokozawa pulled his hand away, both now resting within his lap, his head slightly bowed.
"I...don't know how I feel." The Editor-in-Chief felt his shoulders lose their tension as it wasn't a rejection, but just adorable confusion from the salesman at not being able to convey his feelings just yet. Lifting up an experienced hand, Kirishima glided it through soft black hair, making the salesman jerk at the sudden touch which he was clearly not prepared for. Steely blue orbs darted up to gaze over at him and then quickly shied away. He was so adorable.
"I'm not expecting you to answer me straight away, but perhaps you could give it some serious thought?" Kirishima gave the man a lopsided grin. "I can even understand your hesitation because this is probably the first time you'd be dating someone like me...and the fact you've not really had a chance to talk to Takano about what's happened between the two of you." Steely blue orbs widened, a flush coming to Yokozawa's face as the Editor-in-Chief knew whom he'd been harbouring feelings for all this time! "And just to make sure you understand how serious I am, I'm not even asking you to forget him either. Those feelings are precious to you."
Yokozawa was surprised at the maturity of the man. "But..."
"I want to understand and accept everything about you, which includes those feelings for Takano."
"Kirishima-san..."
"Just like I hope that one day you can accept the fact that I was once married."
"Well..."
"As I said before, you've a lot to think about, so I won't rush you."
"Kirishima-san,"
"On one condition though?"
"A-And what's that?" Yokozawa asked hesitantly.
"Come on a date with me."
"Two men going on a date is..."
"Its not strange." Steely blue locked with almond. "And who cares if people look at us. We don't know who they are and I won't give a shit at all, as long as you are beside me on the day, nothing else matters."
"Wh-Where do you wish to go?"
"I don't care, as long as you are with me."
"You are quite the smooth talker aren't you?"
"I've my own devilish charm." Kirishima winked.
"Uh huh..."
Kirishima stood from his seated position, stretching slightly. "Think over where you want to go, I'm happy to take us anywhere."
"So even though you're taking me on a date, I'm the one that's expected to choose the place? What if I choose something that you don't like?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine. And honestly Yokozawa, I'm not so sure you want me choosing." Yokozawa's eyes widened at the lecherous grin on Kirishima's lips and the twinkle within his eyes. Quickly the dark haired businessman stood up, turning away as he took his dirty dishes to the sink to wash them up, hoping the flush on his cheeks couldn't be seen.
"I'll come up with something." The salesman mumbled as he began scrubbing his plate clean.
"I'm looking forward to it." Kirishima replied, eyes turning, just like Yokozawa's had when they listened to the distinct sound the Editor-in-Chief used when receiving messages on his phone. Walking over to the coffee table, Kirishima picked it up to read the message. "I'm being called into the office by Isaka-san."
"You best get going then." Yokozawa put away his now clean and dry dishes and watched the older man pocket his phone, wallet and keys, not bothering to change out of faded jeans and a white shirt since he was quite casual in the office. He'd yet to see Kirishima in a suit and wondered if the man actually owned one.
"Please don't leave without saying goodbye, especially to Hiyo."
"Of course not."
"And after we've had dinner together, I want to see you off, so I'll take you home."
"That really isn't..."
"Don't argue with me."
"Kirishima-san,"
"See you later!"
Yokozawa sighed in defeat once more, not being able to get a word in edge wise with the Editor-in-Chief. Snapping out of such thoughts and any thoughts of this date, Yokozawa busied himself with cleaning and cooking.
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Placing down the book he'd been reading at hearing the front door open and close, Yokozawa shuffled his way down the hallway and observed father and daughter removing their shoes.
"Okaeri nasai." The salesman voiced while removing the black apron from over his casual attire, forgetting he still had it on. At least it was that and not Hiyori's polka dot apron.
"Tadaima!" The Kirishima's chirped happily, Hiyo quickly dropping her bags within her bedroom before stepping into the living room.
"Oniichan, dinner smells fantastic!"
"Go wash your hands."
"Mm!" Hiyo dashed off while Kirishima inspected Yokozawa's handiwork, chicken katsu curry, a speciality of the salesman's. He'd been making it since he were a teenager, this recipe belonging to his grandmother.
"I'm seriously going to miss your cooking when you leave."
"Oniichan is leaving?" Both men turned to look at the youngster frowning up at them.
"Sorata is much better now, thanks to Hiyo taking such good care of him. That is why its about time we head back home."
"But I like living with Oniichan and Sora-chan." Yokozawa wavered as he brought drinks over to the table, eyes flickering to Kirishima, begging him for help.
"And I'm sure they like staying with us too, but Yokozawa has already said that Hiyo is allowed to visit any time she wants."
"Really?"
"Mm, any time you miss Sorata, just send me a message and you can come over...or if its alright with your father, I'll bring him around here."
"What if I miss Oniichan?" There was an adorable blush on her pouting face and Yokozawa was sunk as he slid out of his chair to crouch beside the suddenly fidgeting Hiyori, she probably not expecting herself to blurt that out either. Even though she was young, she didn't want to sound selfish, knowing the man had his own life to lead which didn't include her and her Papa...as much as that saddened her.
"Send me a message, or give me a call, I'll always answer or pick up for Hiyo." Yokozawa watched Kirishima's daughter puff out her cheeks, mulling over what he voiced and the salesman felt a tiny grin against his lips when Hiyo nodded her head. He brushed a hand through her ponytail, murmuring 'good girl' before going back to his seat and started eating dinner along with the both of them.
"This is amazing Yokozawa." Kirishima commented wholeheartedly, even if he wanted to complain about the younger man leaving as well, but he was the adult and needed to remain that way.
"Does Hiyo like it too?" She nodded quietly, this not settling well with the salesman. "Did you enjoy the movie you went to see?"
"Mm, it was pretty funny."
"Will you tell me about it?"
"Well..." And she was off, talking about her day, the salesman once again distracting her from her apparent sad thoughts.
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It was well after 10pm, Hiyo now tucked in bed, Kirishima just checking on his precious girl, making sure she'd gotten to sleep alright. He found it so adorable how she pouted up at the salesman when he was saying his goodbyes, he succumbing to her expression and gave her a quick, if not awkwardly adorable hug, which she giggled cutely at.
Steely blue orbs locked onto Kirishima, as the man closed Hiyo's door before making his way over to the genkan where he stood. Yokozawa had already coaxed Sorata into his cage with a treat, ready to head on home.
"Like I said, I'll just take a taxi home."
"And like I said to Hiyo, I'll be taking you home this evening."
"But you're leaving her on her own."
"The door will be locked...and its not for very long either. She made me promise that I would get you and Sorata home safe and sound."
"I'm not a girl."
"Oh I know that, but she just wouldn't settle down for the night unless I promised to escort the both of you home." Yokozawa looked at him sceptically as he was slipping his wallet and keys into his pockets while sliding his feet into a pair of flip flops. "Ready?"
Yokozawa nodded, mumbling his thanks to the older man as he wordlessly picked up Sorata in his cage and then they headed for the elevator which would take them down to the basement and to where Kirishima's black car was parked.
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The trip was a quiet one, it just starting to rain, but inside the car the silence was only ever broken by Sorata's loud purring. Yokozawa had agonised over just what to talk about, but nothing came to mind and before he realised, Kirishima was pulling up outside the front of his apartment building!
"You're home safe and sound." The older man voiced as he placed his car in park. "You need help?"
"Ah, no, I'm good."
"I'll be pretty busy this week, so I'm not sure if we'll be able to catch up before the weekend."
"The weekend?" Yokozawa repeated, eyes drifting over to Kirishima's pointed stare. "Ah, yes, I'm sure I'll be busy as well." At least Yokozawa hoped to be in order for him not to constantly think about what would be happening in regards to Kirishima's date, which he still had no idea where they should go!
"I'm glad we've had this two weeks living together." Steely blue peered over at almond. "Even you've to admit its been nice."
"..."
"After all, you and Hiyo are closer then ever and even we got on extremely well."
"Mm..." There was that adorable tiny little smile on Yokozawa's lips, Kirishima wondering if the man knew he could make such an expression. Even before the Editor-in-Chief truly knew what he was doing, he'd removed his seatbelt, left hand out and at the back of Yokozawa's neck, the man jolting, head whipping around to look over at him and those mesmerising orbs had widened when he'd crushed his lips to his, they parting on instinct at being so surprised. And of course Kirishima took full advantage of the moment.
With eyes half lidded, the fair haired Kirishima observed Yokozawa's eyes scrunch closed, the man not prepared for this sudden onslaught. His heart fluttered when the salesman's right hand fisted against his collar, possibly waging a battle within himself as to either push him away or pull him closer. The Editor-in-Chief hoped it was the latter.
However, before Kirishima dived even further into the intoxicating sensation that was the salesman, he pulled slowly away, licking his lips which housed a slight smirk as his younger partner still had his eyes closed, lips moist and plump, and he was breathing harshly. And just like clockwork, there was an adorable tinge of pink rushing across his cheeks too.
It took every bit of willpower the Editor-in-Chief had within him not to leap over to that side of his car and smother the salesman once more, but that was mainly because they were both tall men and it'd be very awkward and cramped. Not to mention Sorata was in his cage sitting on Yokozawa's lap too. Instead the light haired man let out a satisfied sigh that he'd not been pushed away or worse, punched by the salesman. He watched in fascination as Yokozawa's right hand, which had been fisted in his shirt previously, was now resting against his probably rapidly beating heart and finally, after several agonising minutes, his eyes fluttered open.
"Are you alright?" Kirishima softly whispered, unsure just what was rolling around in that head of his. And just as he suspected, Yokozawa's face flushed bright red and he burst into action, trying to escape his car, albeit it wasn't working very well as his hand suddenly became uncoordinated as he couldn't release the belt buckle. "Please calm down Yokozawa." Kirishima unclipped the man, those steely orbs narrowing to glare at him
"How can I be calm when you just...you just..." And now he'd lost his voice.
"Gave you an earth shattering kiss?"
"This isn't funny!" Yokozawa grumbled as he really disliked how cool, calm and collected the Editor-in-Chief was at this very moment.
"Its to last me until we meet on the weekend. I had to make it worthwhile."
"You..." Yokozawa was once again stumped for words and instead scowled and got out of the car. He opened the back door, pulling his bags out and then slammed both doors closed, swiftly making his way inside his apartment building, not wanting to get too wet and completely embarrassed over the entire situation too! He faintly heard the honking of Kirishima's car horn but refused to look back.
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Inside the confines of his apartment, Yokozawa placed down Sorata, opened up his cage door and watched him saunter further into the living room, probably heading straight for his cushy basket. Yokozawa dumped his bags on the ground and kicked off his shoes, however, before he could make it into his living room, with the heated kiss rolling around in his head, the feel of Kirishima's lips still making them tingle and then suddenly his knees buckled beneath him! He slumped on the floorboards, heart pounding, eyes wide and feeling slightly breathless about the entire situation which had occurred minutes ago. How the hell was he going to face him on the weekend?
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Saturday had arrived a lot more quickly then the salesman had wanted it to. And at this very moment, with stomach churning and not wanting to admit that he was nervous, Yokozawa stood out the front of his apartment building, a carry bag in hand and dressed in blue jeans, black top, hooded jacket and a pair of boots on his feet. Eyes squinting, he gazed down the street at a familiar black car approaching.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He was...going on a date...and with another man! Even though Yokozawa didn't consider himself to be relatively experienced in romantic relationships, over the years he'd been out with a few girls and guys, but he couldn't truly recall ever subjecting himself to a date. There was the usual making out sessions and of course sex, but actually taking the time and effort to go on a date, Yokozawa truly wondered if this was going to be the actual first!
Perhaps that was why, even if it was merely 7am on a Saturday, he'd been up before sunrise, still debating where he and Kirishima should spend the day. The only thing that ended up distracting him was cooking, so he had stood in his small kitchen, making bento for the both of them.
And now here he was, on the street, his handiwork in the carry bag and was jerked out of his thoughts when Kirishima beeped his horn at him to grab his attention. Taking a deep breath, Yokozawa made his way over, opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
"Morning!" Came the chirpy voice of the older man, a massive grin on his lips and a pair of expensive sunglasses over his almond orbs. He was wearing a pair of black cargo pants, black singlet with an unbuttoned white shirt over the top and a pair of black sneakers on his feet.
"Ah, yeah, morning."
"What's in the bag?"
"Um, nothing...really..."
"Where are we going?" The Editor-in-Chief decided not to press the matter of the bag at Yokozawa's feet, knowing his adorably awkward companion would either blurt it out or show it to him eventually.
"Well..." Yokozawa scratched at the back of his head, debating whether he should just come out and say it or quickly think up another option. The first place that popped into his mind seemed far too iconic and possibly a little romantic which had made him blanch. What the hell had this man made him think about? However as he sifted over other ideas, his first one still seemed to be the best possible option considering he'd never travelled there himself and pondered whether the Editor-in-Chief had ever gone there with a lover before...or possibly even his wife. Clearing his throat, Yokozawa finally turned his steely gaze to the older man. "I don't know...I was thinking maybe we should go to Mount Fuji?"
"Are you trying to test my stamina? See if I can stand up against your young self?"
"There is only what, five years difference in our ages? I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Hm,"
"And besides, its not climbing season so its not like we'll go hiking up there. I figured we can just travel that way, take a look, maybe go to Fujigoko? I hear Lake Kawaguchiko is pretty nice. Something there may spark your interest?"
"You are what sparks my interest." Yokozawa ducked his head, gazing out the window as Kirishima headed off. How could he just say stuff like that so easily? It was quite annoying since he wasn't sure if he could ever be so bold about such feelings again due to being crushed so horribly before by Takano. "Lets have a fantastic day today Yokozawa...and I look forward to whatever you've made in that bag for me."
"How did you know?" The salesman voiced in surprise.
"You may think yourself a mystery to many, but as I've already said, I'm interested in you and with that comes my desire to watch, to observe and to find out anything and everything about you."
"That sounds creepy."
"Perhaps..." Kirishima got onto the road heading towards Mount Fuji. "One day though, you'll wake up and realise that I'm all that you'll ever need."
"And bloody cocky of you to say too!"
"I will convince you Yokozawa." Kirishima turned his gaze for a moment to the salesman. "Hiyo and I will be the family you desire, the people you can count on through good times and bad." The salesman gulped down the lump in his throat. Was this man serious? "Now buckle up, we've about an hour or so drive ahead of us." Yokozawa did as the man suggested. "And relax would you, I'm not driving you to your doom."
"I never said..."
"And if you don't feel like talking and you just want to rest, I'm fine with that too. You've probably been up stewing over the fact this day has finally arrived." Kirishima was certain an incoherent grumble left the man's lips, but watched him push the seat back, in order for him to stretch those long legs of his and then he slouched, eyes closing and arms folding over his chest.
"Just so you know, I'm not sleeping."
Merely ten minutes into their journey the salesman was out, shoulders and face slack in slumber and it brought a slight chuckle to Kirishima's lips. "You my friend, are so awkwardly cute, its truly irresistible."
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Arriving at their destination, Kirishima pulled up into a parking lot, applying the brakes a little too heavily, jerking the salesman from his slumber. "Ah, sleeping beauty has finally woken up...and did so without a kiss from me."
"You're wording is gross." Yokozawa complained, but mainly he was annoyed at himself that he'd just fallen asleep like that! What kind of first impression would this give the Editor-in-Chief when they were on their first date! Such a thought was a little shocking to the salesman as for a moment there he was starting to take this day seriously! But then...perhaps the older man was serious.
"You hopping out or what?" Yokozawa jerked his gaze to Kirishima who was lifting his glasses to rest them atop his head. "I figured if you want, we could use the Kachi Kachi Ropeway and get a nice view of the lake and the mountain?"
"Ah, yes of course." The dark haired businessman got out of the car, bringing the bag with him and then quietly followed the Editor-in-Chief towards their destination. Had he done all of this before?
"No, but while my sleeping beauty was resting, I stopped for a short stretch of the legs and picked up this." Steely blue orbs widened as he was handed a little travel guide booklet. Shit, he hadn't said that out loud had he? "Yokozawa is in fact the first person I've ever brought here." And the salesman was sure that a light blush graced his cheeks at the man's truthfulness. His older companion coaxed him to continue walking, only this time, right beside him and not trailing behind like he was previously.
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The view had been spectacular. It was a cool but bright sunny morning as Mount Fuji was reflected against the water. Yokozawa had pulled his phone from his pocket to take a couple of pictures, much like Kirishima had done.
And just like the cocky Editor-in-Chief had voiced, though there were many tourists around, none paid them any attention and they could walk about as they pleased, enjoying each others company as they had decided to explore a couple of the museums near the lake. It was truly fascinating for the salesman to be here with Kirishima as they walked around, chatting here and there, each voicing their opinions, but mainly just enjoying being with each other. This was something Yokozawa had not experienced in quite some time.
So far the only truly embarrassing thing which had occurred was the light haired businessman requesting one of the other tourists to take a photo of them. He hadn't realised that the man's English was that good and pondered why it was he that helped Hiyo in the subject. Of course the thought was lost to him when suddenly the older man had draped his arm over his shoulders, pulling him awkwardly close as he gave the peace sign and a cocky grin. He'd stumbled slightly, hand gripping the back of Kirishima's clothing, eyes wide and glancing up at the man with lips parting to yell at him, but the photo was taken and the tourist had left them be. Yokozawa refused to look at the picture, already determining that he'd look like an idiot and paled when he had listened to the Editor-in-Chief mumble something about him being adorable in it. There was something seriously wrong with this man's eyes.
Yokozawa hadn't realised they'd been walking around for hours, not until he heard Kirishima's stomach give off a little growl. And so, after a short walk, they now sat on a picnic blanket, leaning their backs against a bench, nestled between some trees which were slowly changing colour, autumn coming thick and fast to the region. They were in a perfect spot to enjoy their surroundings and the view of Lake Kawaguchiko and Mount Fuji. It was a beautiful spot and miraculously it appeared the two of them were the only ones here...for now in any case. Yokozawa's shoulders had lost their tension now that it was just the both of them alone and carefully lifted the lids off the bentos he'd made this morning.
"God you are so good to me." Kirishima remarked as he took hold of some chopsticks and dug into the delicious morsels on offer.
"Hungry?" The salesman voiced sarcastically.
"I've been waiting for this all day." The older man took a bite of the tamagoyaki and savoured its sweetness. "Hiyo will be so jealous when she reads my message."
"What message?"
"I told her I was on a date with you and sent her our photo."
"You did what?" Yokozawa's voice bellowed in the relative quietness of their surroundings, possibly startling some birds nesting in branches above them. The salesman fumed as he was rudely waved off by the Editor-in-Chief.
"You better eat something or else I'm having the lot."
"Don't you ever think about how she will take what you say?"
"I always think, but one thing you need to hurry up and realise is that Hiyo doesn't have a judgemental bone in her body." Yokozawa pondered over the older man's words, biting into some onigiri when he jolted at hearing the chime of Kirishima's phone going off. Pretending not to care, even though he was wracked with nerves once more, he observed the man pull it from his jacket which was lying over his lap.
"Ah, its from Hiyo." Yokozawa gulped, butterflies scattering within his stomach, and not in a good way as he waited his fate, eyes carefully taking a look at his companion beside him. He tilted his head when a grin formed over the Editor-in-Chief's lips. "Take a look." The man simply voiced, tossing his phone to him and after taking a deep breath, steely blue orbs gazed down to read the message which Hiyo had sent her father:
Papa is so lucky! I wish I was there too! Next time Papa and Oniichan want to go away, please take me as well so we can all be together. I look forward to seeing more photos. See you tomorrow!
"See?" Kirishima arched an eyebrow, feeling rather cocky at the moment, arm over the bench behind them as he brushed fingers through Yokozawa's dark hair.
"I see..." And the older man was struck speechless at the little smile on the man's lips once again as he gazed down at the picture Hiyo took of herself, a wide smile on her adorable features, giving them the peace sign much like her father did in their photo. It appeared to be a Kirishima trait. "Let's make sure to pick her up a gift before we leave." Yokozawa turned his gaze to Kirishima, feeling a little nervous at not being able to read that look flashing through his eyes. "What is it?"
"Thank you for coming with me today." He watched the salesman tilt his head once more, probably not expecting those words to leave his lips. "Truthfully, I probably slept about as much as you did, wondering about whether you'd be standing out the front. On the drive over I began to think about what I'd do if you weren't there. Would I have sent you a message, gone up to bang on your door, forced you to come with me even if you didn't want to. Honestly, I just don't know. Instead, when I saw you standing there, a feeling I've not felt in so long built up within me that my first thought was to jump out of the car and kiss the living daylights out of you."
"You better bloody not do that!" Yokozawa listened to a chuckle break from his older companion's lips. "And what's so funny?"
"Your slight anger just means you are trying to mask your embarrassment...and excitement."
"Why the hell would I be excited for?"
"To wonder whether I'd actually have jumped out and kissed you for showing up."
"What!?" Kirishima grinned at the redness of Yokozawa's face, more then certain now that he had guessed correctly.
"Like I said Yokozawa, I want to know everything about you." He rubbed his thumb against the soft skin on the side of the salesman's neck, watching as a little shudder could not be hidden at the pointed caress. Kirishima made a mental note to remember that the side of his neck was a sensitive zone. "This has been a great day." Kirishima softly voiced, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips as instead of smothering the man in unexpected kisses, like he was sure the salesman thought he would do, he decided to lean against him, shoulders touching as he rested his head against Yokozawa's.
"Ki-Kirishima-san..."
"Shh..." Though the salesman was offended about being shushed like a child, he stiffened for a moment when his hand which had been casually resting against his left knee was taken hold of, Kirishima lacing their fingers together. "Let me stay like this for a moment?" Yokozawa was not able to refuse the man.
"Only because you let me rest in the car." There was soft chuckling, the Editor-in-Chief surely knowing he was feeling very awkward indeed, but instead of teasing him further, like he thought he would, steely blue stole a glance at the slouched man beside him, Kirishima's head now leaning against his shoulder. Those almond eyes were closed, his soft fluffy hair, much like Hiyori's, blew freely in the breeze as it caressed the side of his face and there...on those lips which had enveloped his on several occasions was the tiniest of smiles. The man looked...cute. And because of that odd realisation, Yokozawa tore his eyes away and decided to focus them on the scenery before him, now deep in thought about this "date".
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Yokozawa was certain his ass had gone to sleep, he taking a quick glance down at his watch to try and figure out what time it was. He hadn't realised how quickly time had slipped away, not having felt this comfortable in so long as it was nearing 4pm. "Kirishima-san," The salesman didn't know why he'd whispered to the man, considering his usual self would just jerk away and promptly stand up, however, he truly didn't want to disturb the Editor-in-Chief even though they should be heading back to the city.
"Your going to make me get up aren't you?"
"Well, we should be heading off." Yokozawa replied quietly, taking in the scent of the man beside him once more. God he smelt good.
He listened to Kirishima sigh, pondering whether he didn't want this day to end. "I know." The Editor-in-Chief rose from his slouched position, stretching before picking up the blanket and shaking it of crumbs and dead leaves. He folded it up and then handed it to Yokozawa who had already packed everything else up. Both men admired this view for the last time, but once again something twitched within Yokozawa, he finally coming to the realisation after being lost in his own thoughts earlier on that he didn't want to head home just yet either.
"I hear Mount Fuji looks nice from Numazu during sunset on such a clear day." Almond orbs glanced over at his dark haired companion.
"Do you know a good place? We could check it out, maybe grab some dinner?"
"I've read up on a nice place." Yokozawa waved the travel booklet that the older man had purchased earlier in the day. "I'll take you there, my treat this time." Kirishima smiled over at him, his hand brushing over his as he swapped his car keys for the carry bag.
"I leave myself in your very capable hands Yokozawa." As they walked back to where they parked, Yokozawa pondered on those very words, he truly not knowing what was happening to him as before he even had roused the Editor-in-Chief from his light slumber, he'd pulled his phone from his pocket and made a reservation, not even knowing if the older man would agree to come with him. And now, as he slid into the driver's seat of Kirishima's car, his stomach was beginning to churn a bit as he truly wasn't sure how the man would respond once they arrived.
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"Isn't this an Onsen Resort?" Came the obvious question Yokozawa had been dreading as he drove past the sign and headed for reception.
"It is. Wait here for me." The salesman voiced as he got out of the car and headed inside, not giving the Editor-in-Chief a chance to respond.
Before Kirishima truly knew what was going on, his dark haired companion was back, sliding into the car and making his way to a guest parking spot before turning off the ignition. The older man was quite surprised at this sudden turn of events, but for the sake of the awkward man beside him, he decided to leave it alone for now and unbuckled his belt.
"Shall we head on inside then?"
"Ah, yes of course." Yokozawa locked the car after they got out and then promptly handed the keys back to Kirishima who did nothing but pocket them and followed the salesman towards the room he'd booked.
"Wow," Its all the Editor-in-Chief could think to say as he removed his shoes, placed his sock covered feet into some slippers and then took a look around. This was not a cheap room that's for sure as Kirishima noticed the open-air hot bath, the beautiful furnishings, the separate bedroom with the king size futon which was laid out and not to forget the covered dinner which had been pre-prepared for them. What truly stole his attention was the breathtaking view not only from the ofuro, but also from the large glass windows as they got to see the magnificence of Mount Fuji nearing sunset. "This is amazing Yokozawa." Almond eyes turned to look back at the salesman who was taking a seat and removing the covers of their dinner. It instantly made his mouth water at looking at all the fresh seafood and stir-fry vegetables and rice on offer and promptly made his way over and took a seat on the opposite side of the salesman who was currently pouring them some sake. "You've blown me away again."
"Drink with me." Yokozawa commanded as he tried to mask his embarrassment. He began to fill his plate and bowl with everything that was on offer, trying not to pay attention to Kirishima's growing smile and that twinkle within his gaze.
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A loud belch escaped Kirishima's lips as he lounged on the tatami, window open bringing in the cool evening breeze as the sun had set and now he was gazing up at the stars. He was dressed in yukata, fresh from his bath and with a can of beer in his hand. After dinner and the magnificent sunset which both he and Yokozawa were awestruck over, he'd been directed towards the bathroom by the salesman, the younger man telling him to have a nice soak, but of course he had winked at, telling him to come and join him, but all he got was a frown.
Kirishima listened to a shoji open and close and took a glance at the salesman, breath catching as he too was in yukata, it gaping in the front to reveal taut and slightly flushed skin. The salesman was currently brushing a towel through his wet hair, spiking it up in all sorts of directions.
"I must confess Yokozawa," He found steely orbs looking his way as the man was picking up his own can of beer and popping it open, taking a drink of the fizzy liquid. "I would never have pegged you to be so bold this early in our relationship." Calm almond orbs watched his younger companion choke on his beer, placing it down as he began coughing. Instantly Kirishima got to his feet, making his way over to slap the man heartily on the back. "You alright?" A pair of watery orbs were trying ever so hard to glare up at him for that comment.
"Wh-Why would you say that for?"
"Well, we've had such an amazing day together and now you've brought me to such a beautiful resort. We've had dinner, sake and now beer and of course a lovely bath, where else do you think my mind would turn?"
"But you don't have to blatantly voice it aloud!" Yokozawa snapped, face flushing as he truly couldn't hide anything from this man. He was still unsure about his feelings, but the fact he thought of the bedroom clearly meant he was attracted to the Editor-in-Chief. Yokozawa felt himself shudder when Kirishima's fingers brushed over his neck, his arm moving around his shoulders as he stepped closer, bringing their bodies flush against each others.
"Truthfully Yokozawa, as much as I know your body is craving my touch, I'm not so sure your heart is ready for this." Bewilderment was clearly written on the salesman's face as he pulled slightly away from the older man, not at all expecting that the Editor-in-Chief wasn't taking full advantage of this situation. "If you let me do this...I won't ever let you go." Yokozawa's lips parted, he not being able to say anything when a warm wet mouth, a hint of alcohol on the breath, enveloped his. Instantly his hands fisted within the material of Kirishima's yukata.
"Wa-Wait..." The light haired businessman broke the lip lock, though he did not move far from the salesman as he peeled his eyes open to have a look at the slightly shorter man before him, noticing his eyes were not focused on him, but down at his hand.
"My wedding band is just for show in the office these days, so everyone stops pestering me. If you feel uncomfortable, I'm more then happy to remove it for you." Yokozawa stubbornly shook his head at the comment, feeling like such an idiot as the man could clearly read his thoughts, which of course was a little alarming to him. Kirishima himself felt a grin break across his lightly tingling lips as he was certain Yokozawa was fighting an inner battle once more, unsure what to say and do right now. Although, considering he'd not run away just yet, Kirishima decided to take another step forward, watching the man before him take a step back, their bodies still touching as he directed them towards a particular room.
"I thought you said you wouldn't rush me." Yokozawa's heart pounded as he realised just where Kirishima had directed him to.
"I'm merely going with the flow of the moment."
"Flow of the moment my ass."
"May I remind you Yokozawa, you booked this room for us."
"Well..." The salesman watched with wide eyes as Kirishima swiftly untied his yukata, it dropping to the floor as he stood before him in his boxer briefs, not the least bit uncomfortable about nearly baring all to him. His eyes however were trained on the silver wedding band, fingers on Kirishima's right hand coming up to pull it from its place. "Why are you removing that?"
"I'm taking off what makes you feel awkward."
"But I never said..."
"I don't want there to be any barrier, known or unknown, between us." Yokozawa gulped as Kirishima stepped closer, he suddenly frozen stiff as the man effortlessly untied his own yukata, it now gaping open to reveal him in his own dark coloured boxer briefs. "I'm more then happy to proclaim that I want only Hiyo and I to be the closest to you." He grinned at the little flush on Yokozawa's cheeks, feeling his flat stomach muscles shudder when he fluttered skilled fingers over his skin. "And personally, only I can be this close."
Kirishima placed his hand flat at Yokozawa's back, while his other pulled the material of the yukata away, lips brushing against warm skin on the salesman's shoulder, again a shudder was involuntarily shown to piercing almond orbs just as he grazed his tongue over warm skin.
The room was doused in pale lighting, thanks to a lamp on a table being on and when Kirishima looked up, he found the adorable man blushing a little darker when a gasp had escaped his lips, Yokozawa biting down on his bottom lip as he was unable to meet his heated gaze. Kirishima raised his hand, cupping a smooth cheek, wanting expressive eyes to never look away from him. "Just so you know, if anyone tries to get close to you, I for one will not like it. Everyone will be classed as an enemy."
"Th-That's just stupid!"
"Maybe, but I just realised, I'm quite possessive when it comes to you." Steely orbs widened at the confession, but nothing more could be spoken or thought about as Yokozawa's senses were heightened by the passionate kiss he was drawn into once again.
Vaguely the salesman felt himself being laid down onto the futon, the Editor-in-Chief's warm body lying hotly over his own, his hands clenched against a pair of strong and broad shoulders as he was swept away within the moment.
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To be continued...