A Cup of Lust, Beauty and Affairs
Summary: Taichi, a photographer and artist fascinated by the beauty of the world, becomes captivated by the beauty of a customer at his parent's coffee shop. Innocent desires soon blaze into an unforgettable, insatiable affair. (Taito)
D-Angel: Well, I managed to get the second chapter done just before I decided to finally start revising (Despite my exams start next week). It actually took me a while to finish this chapter seeing as I've been writing a lot of angst recently, so I had to watch Formula 17 again to get me in a fluff-filled mood ;). Oh, and thanks very much for your reviews so far, hope you guys enjoy this chapter….
Rating: T (May raise in later chapters)
Warnings: Just implied homosexually
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Chapter 2 Haunting me
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' Dream a little dream of me'
The next day, he didn't show up at the coffee shop. I gazed hopefully at the door naively kidding myself that he would turn up, apologizing for being late. But he didn't. It was as if I was being punished for my greed.
At 9.00am I gave up hope and disappointedly left my parents coffee shop and moped sadly around town for a while, secretly hoping that I would see his beautiful face. I even attempted to spot a face more handsome than the one that was haunting me, but unfortunately I had no luck in finding one.
Perhaps I was obsessed with Yamato's good looks; he was very pretty after all- even for a guy. It was no surprise that he was engaged; only it was annoying for me because I did admittedly like him a lot.
I returned to my apartment at around three o'clock after visiting Mimi, who had insisted that we must have lunch together. Naturally I ended up telling her about Yamato and the engagement ring.
"It's always the way," Mimi had sighed while playing with a strand of her baby pink hair, "The good ones are always taken."
Hmm, what would I have done without Mimi's 'magical' words of wisdom?
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My apartment was a studio flat, so naturally it was very expensive, but the rent was affordable for a semi-famous photographer such as myself. The flats had only been on the estate market for a few months before I had bought one. They were situated in front of a beautiful private beach, away from the bustling city, which was only a bus journey away. They looked very modern compared to the other apartment blocks in the area; they even had balconies overlooking the beach. My own balcony was positioned brilliantly above the beach, so I usually found myself out there with a camera, or my paints and easel.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped into my apartment, after kicking off my shoes before venturing into the living room, was that the red light on my answering machine, which was on a small coffee table next to my gorgeous cream leather sofa, was blinking on and off. Instinctively I thought that I had received a message from a magazine editor so I pressed the play button on the answering machine as I walked past it.
"Hey photographer guy, it's Yamato Ishida from the coffee shop." I instantly froze in mid-movement when I heard that silky deep voice, my heart started to beat rapidly against my chest, "I'm sorry for not meeting you this morning, no point in me explaining why because it's not worth it…"
'Not worth it'? I wasn't sure if he was implying that it wasn't worth him explaining in general, or whether I was not worth not worth the effort. Nevertheless, I had received a negative message from that. Strangely it intrigued me, he seemed like he was a man with secrets.
"…But I'll be there tomorrow, usual time," He continued as I walked towards the glass balcony doors and adjusted the venetian blinds allowing beams of bright sunlight to flow into the living room. I then wandered back across the room, towards my stereo system that was on a table near the kitchen doorway.
"See you then." A harsh short beep replaced Yamato's voice, then an electronic announced that there was one more message. One of my eyebrows raised in curiosity as the machine beeped again before I heard a heart-warming chuckle.
"I forgot to say that your mum was the one that gave me your home number, before you become paranoid," Yamato's voice breezed through the speakers of the answering machine again, and I couldn't help but smile, "Eugh, gotta shoot, my lunch break is over. See ya."
"End of message."
I felt disappointed when his voice cut off, leaving me with just the faint sounds of the ocean lapping against the shoreline and the buzzing of the electronic appliances that were in the room. I wanted to see Yamato at that precise moment, to hear his strangely soothing voice, but I knew it was all just wishful thinking. He was engaged, probably to some stunningly beautiful young lady, and was most likely planning to get married.
I decided that he would rather spend time with her rather than a gay photographer who was overly obsessed with the beauty of nature. However, I was unable to get rid of the seed of doubt that I planted in my own head when Yamato had shamefully hid his engagement ring away from me, perhaps revealing that he wasn't in the best of relationships with his partner.
Or had he concealed the ring from my view for an entirely different reason? Only time will tell, I mused to myself the following day as I waited for Yamato in the coffee shop. The moment Yamato walked into the coffee shop I almost choked on my frappuccino. I'd never seen a guy look so good before, at eight in the morning especially.
He was wearing a white, loose fitted, and crinkled long sleeved shirt with black flame patterns printed randomly across it, which had the first few buttons undone, and a baggy pair of navy-blue denim jeans that hung low on his slim hips. An expensive looking pair of designer sunglasses concealed his eyes; though they made him look more like a model than he did the last time I had seen him.
I smiled as he walked over to his usual table, and he half smirked in return as he sat down opposite me.
We first discussed the details of the photographer shooting, which we ended up setting for Sunday, my apartment, at one o'clock. It was something that could have been simply arranged over the phone, though I much preferred to meet up with my clients, or models, or whatever, to get to know them a bit better.
Still, after that we became trapped in the subject of relationships and such. Yamato winked blatantly at me once my mum had served him his drink, making me flush in mild embarrassment, despite I was drinking an ice-cold drink.
"You're cute," He admitted as he tilted his sunglasses down, partly showing me his shimmering blue eyes as he teasingly grinned while I just blushed even more. It was an innocent statement, but it dangerously toyed with the boundaries of flirting.
"You must be seeing someone," Yamato then added matter-of-factly after taking a sip of his coffee. I almost too quickly explained that I was single and had been for nearly over a year, though I decided not to tell him about the one-night stands I'd had this year with a few men I had met in a couple of Odaiba's gay nightclubs. He seemed stunned when I informed him that I wasn't seeing anyone, but I saw a strange glimmer, of what I thought to be relief, in his eyes- though it may have just been my wishful thinking getting the best of me.
I had the perfect opportunity to question him about his engagement ring, which he had previously hidden away from me, as I asked him whether he was seeing someone, but, surprisingly, he told me all about his fiancée as he showed me the ring on his finger.
"Her name's Sora."
Sora? It sounded like an ordinary name when it escaped from his lips, hardly sounding as energetic as the actual meaning of the word. Still, she was a girl, just as I had predicted; I thought that a handsome guy like him obviously couldn't be gay. Wouldn't that have been a sin?
"She's twenty-two, the same age as me," He continued to explain as he tightened his grasp on the coffee cup he was holding in his hand, before he swallowed another mouthful of the bitter liquid. I was slightly surprised to hear that Yamato was twenty-two, I could have sworn he was only twenty, perhaps even nineteen, having such youthful and flawless looking skin.
"Oh, and she's a hairdresser," Yamato added as he placed his empty cup of coffee onto the table, before running his fingers through his styled blond fringe before he smiled in what seemed like recollection, "Loves playing with my hair," he then laughed lightly, "She actually wants to dye it brown."
I cringed evidently at the thought of Yamato with brown hair, it just didn't seem right.
"Tell her from me, brown is not your colour," I honestly said as I carefully analysed him, trying to picture him with all sorts of different hair colours, before I smiled, "Black would suit you, though."
He chuckled warmly then placed his hand casually on mine.
"I'll trust the words of an artist over those of a hairdresser," He said softly.
"Even if she's your fiancée?" I tilted my head to the side curiously.
"Of course," Yamato replied giving my hand a subtle squeeze, before he moved his own hand away. Again, a strange feeling of bemusement flushed through me, as Yamato flicked a few strands of hair away from his brow. His body language was very open and easy to read, he was very much a flirt but somehow he didn't seem to realise. Or at least chose not to…
"Crap, it's almost nine," Yamato groaned as he glanced at his digital watch before he instantly stood up. I instantly stood up to politely see him out this time. The moment I had stepped away from my seat he leant forward and softly kissed my cheek.
"Catch ya later, Taichi," He purposely said in a low husky voice, before he spun around and made his hair briefly sway in an almost slow-motion effect. I watched the way his hips swung back and forth temptingly, like a pendulum. I was hypnotised. Thanks to him I had fallen into a lustful trance.
Yamato Ishida was simply magic.
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"He kissed you? Oh my God! Whereabouts?" Mimi excitedly exclaimed across the table we were sitting, outside her favourite café (Which sold some really nice cream cakes). The couple on the table near ours glanced over, eyebrows raised, before they resumed cooing random lovey-dovey comments at one another.
"In the coffee shop," I reminded her as I dug my fork into the strawberry gateau that was on a plate in front of me. She stared at me as if I was a complete idiot.
"No! I mean 'whereabouts', as in on the lips, or on your…"
"It was my cheek, and where else were you implying?" I questioned through narrowed eyes. Mimi just fluttered her eyelids innocently before she politely swallowed a mouthful of her lemon cheesecake. Sometimes she came out with such dirty comments it was unbelievable.
"Well, I'm glad it was only your cheek," Mimi admitted, "After all, you should never toy with someone who's already seeing someone else."
Hell knows where she got the impression that I was the one throwing myself willingly at Yamato. He had kissed me, even though it was only a small peck on the cheek. I blushed as I recalled his soft lips making contact with my burning hot skin, and then was reminded of when he had coolly rested his hand on mine as we spoke of his fiancée. I felt too confused at the time to come up with a reasonable explanation as the why he'd been so forward towards me.
'You're cute.' I was unable to get those words, his voice, out from my head. His presence was simply haunting me, no matter where I went.
"Don't him get to your head, Tai," Mimi sighed while staring at me sternly, "It was only a cheek kiss."
She was right. It was just a little kiss after all, but I never expected it to be the beginning of a heated love affair.
Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)
Mama Cass – 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' ;)
D-Angel: Again, another short chapter, but it should be easy to digest ;) I'll try and jazz things up in Chapter 3, though that probably won't be up until February due to my busy lifestyle –sighs- Still, thanks for reading and please review :) Now, I shall go forth and try to revise…
See ya next chapter
-D-Angel-
04/01/06