Once again the small abino boy had proven to be a mind-reader as he automatically revealed Gevanni's star-struck state on the car monitor as love-sick. Commander Rester didn't seem as amused as Near. While their leader began building a tower of cards, gently humming to himself, Commander Rester proceeded to make Gevanni feel like a felon.
"You should have seen Near, the poor boy was out of his mind with worry while you were careening about, having sex with a suspect!" the commander roared.
Gevanni felt his face heat up with anger. For one, he couldn't see Near freaking out about anything and since when was being missing for a few hours automatically 'having sex with a felon?' "We didn't have sex," he argued, angrilly. He hated the most that Rester didn't even know what really happened and just jumped on him. Thankfully, Near cut in at this point.
"Gevanni, I would suggest you get ready to meet with Mikami again. It is now seven-fourty and you should see him before nine."
Gevanni nodded, though he was confused. He wouldn't see Mikami tonight... would he? "I'm getting ready now. I'll call later." Turning off the camera in his car, the special agent leaned back against his seat, staring at the ceiling in mental preparation.
About an hour later he was walking into the doors of the gym. He flashed his membership card at the woman at the front desk and slipped into the locker rooms. Once again, no one was there. He didn't expect anyone to be there, either. 'I haven't had a good shower in a while,' he thought absentmindedly. 'Maybe now would be a great time to get one in. Not like I'm actually going to work out anyway.'
He stripped and placed his clothes in a locker, wrapping a towel around his thin waist. Gevanni had to hold it up while he carefully treaded to the shower. Once he got there he placed the towel somewhere it wouldn't get wet and turned the water on. Gasping gently at the hot water cascading down his scarred back, he tilted his head back into the stream.
There was no clock in the showers, so by the time he was rinsed and wondering what time it was, Gevanni heard someone coming into the shower as well. He froze, the steaming liquid rolling down his chest and shoulders as the padded footsteps grew closer and closer. 'No...' he thought, not daring to turn around.
"Good evening," Mikami whispered as he wrapped his arms around Gevani's waist. A quick glance down revealed to the shorter man that Mikami had also stripped himself. Blushing, he realized this was probably normal for someone getting into a shower. However, he gently leaned into the other's embrace dispite this surprising openness.
"I needed a shower," he breifly explained.
Mikami nodded against his neck, accepting the small, and rather random, explination. "I assumed so. I'm glad it was you, by the way; otherwise I would have started grabbing at some other naked man." He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice as he spoke again. "I actually only came to the gym today because I was looking for you. I've been coming for the past three days, though I usually only come once a week."
Gevanni felt his heart skip a beat. Mikami changed his weekly routine for him?
"... I was wondering if you'd like to come to my place for a drink," Mikami suddenly mentioned, almost too casually.
The American stared at the stream of water for a moment, feeling his heart beat hard against his rib cage. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea," he muttered, lowering his head slightly.
Mikami pulled away and Gevanni turned off the water before wrapping the towel around his waist again.
"You're right," Mikami replied as he wrapped a towel around his own waist. "That was out of line for me to ask so suddenly. I'm very sorry. I should... probably leave." He turned quickly, walking back tward the lockers.
"Wait!"
At the sound of the other's voice, he paused and glanced back at Gevanni, feeling his breath catch breifly in his throat. Gevanni looked so tempting. He was blushing, water dripping from the soaked strands of hair that hung down his cheeks and clinging to the towel that hung loosly off his narrow hips.
"I'm... not decent," Gevanni reasoned. "Let me get my clothes on before you offer me a drink. After all," a small smirk graced his lips. "Most people get naked after they get drunk."
The lawyer stared for a while before laughing and leading Gevanni back to the lockers. Quickly, the pair dressed and soon Gevanni found himself in Mikami's car on the way to the other's flat. He tried to make it seem as though he didn't know the way but his eyes kept darting down the different paths they were to take before Mikami even touched his turn signals.
Pulling the car into the driveway and then into the garage, Mikami closed the garage door behind them and turned the car off. "We're here," he whispered. He got out first, quickly going around to the passenger's side to open Gevanni's door for him. As Gevanni followed Mikami into the house, the taller man reached behind himself and locked the car with the key remote.
Minutes later Mikami had two glasses of brandy poured and set on the low table between the couch and love seat. They sat across from eachother and were quickly engaged in a deep conversation, sipping from their glasses between speaking. It only took a half hour and two glasses apiece for Mikami to realize that Gevanni was a very light drinker. He looked tipsy after the first glass, but by the end of the second his words were slurred and he was swaying in his seat.
"It's kinda warm in here, isn't it?" Gevanni asked, attempting to undo his suit jacket. His fingers stumbled over the buttons as he let out a frustrated groan.
Mikami poured more drinks then watched Gevanni struggle for a moment. "... Let me," he finally insisted, leaning forward to assist his guest. The dim light from the shaded lamps cast an orange, romantic glow on his hands as Mikami brought them up and over Gevanni's shoulders, pushing the offending jacket away.
"Better?" he asked, softly as he leaned back to regard Gevanni. The other looked confused for a moment before he picked up his glass again and took a generous swig from it.
"Yes," Gevanni gasped in return as he pulled the drained glass away from his lips. "Yes, I'm much better."
But a few minutes later he was squirming again. This time he struggled with his tie before pouring another glassfull of brandy. Mikami watched Gevanni pour himself some more to drink nervously, then quickly snatched up the near-empty bottle once Gevanni set it down. "I think you've had enough," he grunted as he fitted the cap back onto the bottle and put it away.
The moment he sat down again and looked back up he noticed that Gevanni wasn't sitting across from him anymore.
"Maybe," he muttered to himself, "he had to use the--" His thought was cut off with a small squeak as Mikami felt Gevanni fall bodily off the back of the couch and into his lap. "Hey! S-Stephen?"
Gevanni giggled and touched Mikami's cheek. The young lawyer blushed. "Mikami," Gevanni whispered, "Would it be too bold of me to ask..." He trailed off for a moment, falling into a fit of giggles. Mikami silently decided not to take Gevanni's question too seriously. Gevanni snuggled against the other's shoulder. "May I spend the night?" he cooed.
Taken aback, Mikami blushed at the request. He thought about it for a moment and realized he didn't know where Gevanni lived and that they had left the other's car at the gym. He was drunk, besides, so it would obviously be a terrible idea to let him drive, anyway. Mikami finally replied, "Yes, of course. You can stay in the gu--"
"Sleep with me?"
"Excuse me?"
Gevanni leaned up, brushing his lips against Mikami's. "Sleep with me, please?" he whispered.
Mikami shuddered, amlost pressing their lips together. Instead he gently pushed Gevanni away. "S-sure. We can share my bed. Can you stand?"
A few minuts of struggling revealed that Gevanni was so drunk by this point it was a miracle that he had even managed to get over to Mikami in the first place. How he was able to speak in complete scentences was a mystery to Mikami.
Finally, the lawyer sighed in dismay, slipping an arm under Gevanni's knees and the other just below his shoulder blades. He easilly lifted Gevanni up off the ground, carrying him into the bedroom. The door was casually kicked closed behind them.
Setting Gevanni down on the bed, Mikami brushed a stray strand of hair from the other man's eyes before crawling onto the bed beside him. The mattris was soft and comfortable, the pillows and blankets fluffy and warm. Mikami decided against pulling the blanket over them; it did seem to be very warm.
After a few moments of silence Gevanni began whimpering. "So warm... Could you help me take my shirt off?"
Mikami wasn't sure he wanted to, but he leaned over and undid the other's shirt buttons anyway. In the moonlight pouring over the bed, Gevanni's chest glistened because of the sheen of sweat that had formed there. His chest heaved up and down and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes half-lidded. Simular to earlier that evening, Gevanni's bangs were plastered to his forehead. Mikami shuddered. If he didn't have any self-control he would have ravished the American right then and there.
Suddenly, Gevanni sat up, pushing his shirt from his shoulders and throwing it away in irritation before undoing the fly of his pants.
"What are you doing?!" Mikami cried in a panic.
"My legs are hot, too," Gevanni muttered as he kicked his pants off and away from his body.
Mikami's heart pounded in his chest. "They sure are," he whispered before snapping from his haze. "I mean, you should probably keep some of your clothes o-- What are you doing now?!"
Before Mikami could stop him, Gevanni's boxers were halfway across the room, and he was sprawled out on Mikami's bed in all his naked glory. Blushing, the lawyer threw a blanket over Gevanni's lower half, only to get a groan of protest.
"Stephen-san, please keep yourself covered!" Mikami pleaded. "This really isn't dece--Hey!!"
To poor Mikami's surprise, Gevanni began removing his shirt and tie. "Just looking at you is making me warm," Gevanni whined, pushing the articles of clothing away. "And how are we supposed to snuggle if your clothes are making me die of heat stroke?"
"Who said anything about snuggling?"
But by the time Gevanni was asleep, he had sucessfully relieved Mikami of not only his shirt, but his pants as well. He, thankfully, allowed Mikami to wear his boxers. The two were a tangle of limbs, Gevanni's arms stubbornly wrapped around Mikami's middrift. The poor man sighed, closing his eyes, and decided to enjoy the closeness while it lasted.