I had a little trouble with this one, as I hate writing dates... and the boys are a little OOC. Pardon me. Also sorry for the abrupt cut off. I had to end it :p
also, pardon any weird formatting, I'm doing this on mobile o.o
Rikuo understood his employee's distrust at his proposition of going out to eat Friday night.
Rikuo didn't understand why Kazahaya agreed, the energetic blond youth whom he had hired as an intern over a year ago, and now a faithful employee. He was sure Kazahaya hated him... hell he wouldn't be surprised if he had. But apparently all his demands on the seasoned worker had morphed into something endearing. Rikuo never wanted to admit that he mostly hired Kazahaya for his good looks... but he had. Not to say Kazahaya wasn't a good worker; he was great, one of the best.
Rikuo just enjoyed taunting him the most. Loved seeing his personality change from respectful employee, taking his shit with a frustrated blush, to openly calling Rikuo out on his teasing and retaliating with a colorful language, superiority be damned.
The older man loved it.
So, in a move of complete unabashed affection, Rikuo learned Kazahaya's likes and dislikes, what he preferred to eat, if he was a romantic or not? All through lower workers; Kazahaya would never answer any personal questions if Rikuo himself had asked.
In the five days until the date was to commence, Rikuo reserved a table at one of the most luscious restaurants in town (because he had heard Kazahaya had never been to anything expensive, and it was a ludicrous fantasy of his) had one of his best suits sent to the dry cleaner and back (a female employee informed him that Kazahaya loved any occasion to dress up, since it makes him look more mature and generally liked men in suits) and when they sat down in the ritzy place, Rikuo ordered a bottle of vintage Yalumba Cabernet because he heard Kazahaya was a wine drinker, and loved all things fruit and dark.
Rikuo could tell Kazahaya was flummoxed. His stunned silence said it all. It made sense... Rikuo, his boss, always cold and calculating, always firm and perverse, suddenly pulling out all the stops, on what Kazahaya probably assumed, would be a simple dinner date.
Kazahaya would find out soon that Rikuo took everything he did in pride and very, very seriously.
"What is all this?" Kazahaya managed to spit out while the waiter generously poured the expensive wine into the deep bowl of his glass.
Rikuo propped his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together, and shrugged, leveling Kazahaya with a stare he usually reserved for day dreams about the dirty blond or glances when he knew the younger employee wasn't looking at work.
"... Are you going to fire me and just chose a pretty setting so I wouldn't get upset?"
Rikuo laughed at the fear in Kazahaya's voice, finding it too humorous that he would think such a thing... and also a little sad.
"No. I chose a 'pretty' setting because you deserve only the best," he picked up his wine glass and sipped quickly, letting the liquid slosh around his mouth before swallowing. "And I like you."
Kazahaya blinked at the blunt words spoken so nonchalantly. He looked at his empty plate, feeling heat pool in his cheeks.
"Um... thanks," he looked back up, smiling nervously.
That wasn't a rejection. Rikuo scooted his chair back, stood up slightly, and leaned across the table, taking hold of Kazahaya's chin and kissing him full on the mouth.
When he pulled back, the pink dusting on his cheeks turned into a scarlet smudge across Kazahaya's face. It was adorable.
After a short silence, Kazahaya sputtered, fiddling with his napkin and looking everywhere else.
"W-well, that was different," the blondish young adult stammered, glancing back up at his collected boss seated comfortably, a smirk on his lips.