Chapter Twelve: Dining Out

'Lovely,' came to mind, whenever he looked across the table at Hiro-san, whom had invited him out to dinner. His lovers choice of place though was not what he'd been expecting. Usually, they would have dinner at a family restaurant, but this one, he took note of, was more for those looking for a bit of romance.

Nowaki could tell, his Hiro-san was weary about the place which he'd chosen. 'Hiro-san is just too private a person,' and he was fine with him being so. Sometimes, he'd come to learn, keeping ones personal life private did pay off. There were certainly less fan-girls of gay men bothering them in comparison to those that had stepped forth out of the closet and into their bedrooms with another man.

At times, he wondered, if there were those who might be too frightened of Hiro-san to even fan-girl over them like they might, say, Usami-san and Misaki.

His lover, to him, could never be frightening. No, Hiro-san would just need to be hugged, held, loved even more than usual. Everyday the depth of his feelings for his lover grew stronger.

"Ah-hem, Nowaki!"

Nowaki came out from his reverie, his eyes directed toward Hiro-san, "Sorry Hiro-san. What were you saying?"

"The waiter wants to know if we're ready to order."

Glancing at the waiter, he smiled, "Ah, yes. I'd like to order the Gyoza with Imoni."

The waiter waited for Hiroki's order.

"Hiro-san, what are you going to have?"

"Hmmn, I'll have the same, but with a side of fried rice and vegetable stir-fry."

"Of course sir," the waiter bowed, "I'll be back with your order shortly," though they all knew that it could be up to thirty minutes depending on the dish and how busy the kitchen was.

Nowaki once the waiter had left, reached across the table to place his hands on Hiro-san's. "Hiro-san, you've seemed preoccupied since returning home from work. Although, this place requires advance notice, but how long have you had this planned?"

"Err... I pulled some strings, Akihiko helped me get the reservation," he lifted the menu that they'd already ordered from, obscuring his eyes and telltale blush from view.

So, it had again been another spontaneous moment, thinking it he smiled. His Hiro-san really was too wonderfully adorable.

"Hiro-san..."

Russet eyes peered over the menu.

"I love you."

He watched his gorgeous male partner's face heat, or at least what he could see of it, turning red all the way to the top of his hairline.

Then he had the menu flung at him, but he easily dodged it and reached his hands across the table to capture Hiro-san's hands in his.

He took the brunettes hands to his mouth and lightly brushed his lips the knuckles of each one.

"Nowaki!" Hiroki spoke in a hushed tone, looking around them, "Someone might hear or see!"

"Its too dim in here Hiro-san, so please, wont you indulge me?"

Nowaki watched his lover internally struggle with his request, even if he could not hear everything that was going on inside his head. He hadn't thought his beloved would do what he did next.

Hiroki scooted his ass around to the other side of the corner booth where the two of them sat and leaned up against the man who was the greatest love of his life. Although every sound he heard had him cringing and looking about, least they should be spotted by the other patrons of the establishment.

There was only once that he moved from his lovers side, when the waiter came and delivered the food and drink they had ordered.

Hiroki, "Please don't return until we call you," which meant waving their hand and saying 'waiter.'

The waiter bowed, circular tray in hand, "As you wish sir," before continuing on to his next errand.

"Hiro-san, why did you ask the waiter not to return?"

The other man slipped his hands beneath the table in order to undo Nowaki's button fly.

Nowaki's pupil's dilated, his mouth slackening, unable to say anything. His Hiro-san, had never done anything remotely like that in public restaurant in all the time they had been together.

He did not stop him, his body shuddering once his cock was freed of its confines with his beloved Hiro-san's hands wrapped around his quickly hardening cock.

He groaned breathily, "Hiro-san," his eyes rolling back, clamping a hand over his mouth so as not to alert any possible nearby diners as he felt those two small hands pumping up and down his length.

His other hand gripped a handful of the chestnut brown silky fine hair. When Hiro-san's thumb brushed over his perineum his body gave a start as he gasped through his fingers, tugging involuntarily on the hair he had a hold of.

Nowaki's moan was muffled by his hand, but hearing his lovers low, gruff moan that was barely audible he wanted to strip him right there and then and fuck him senseless on the table.

With those thoughts running through his head, as his lover picked up the speed of his strokes, even squeezing his balls, he could no longer hold it in. With a growl of pleasure, he removed his hand from his mouth and sent his mouth on a collision course with his Hiro-san's.

For the moment, they could get lost in each other, instead of worrying about how the transplant would go tomorrow, if Niro proved to be strong enough.

Neither seemed to notice that there was another couple in the booth behind him, or that they too were panting.

"Miyagi," cried the young man with lust filled silvery eyes, which looked down into midnight blue eyes, "Please...let me come."

"You can wait Shinobu-chin, now keep bouncing up and down, like you were."

"Miyagi!"

There appeared a twinkle in the eyes of the man the youth loved so much, but he wished he'd never agreed to training both in the kitchen and in orgasm control. It was, unbearable.

Tomorrow they'd be going to the hospital to lend Kamijou, Kusama and little Niro, whom they'd not yet met, their support. Tonight though, was theirs and theirs alone.