Mazenta

by Aiya

Part 2

Scene:

Outside an inner city suburb station. Shisei motions Ryu towards a small bar café opposite them.  They walk in and take a seat.

Shisei Offers Ryu a cigarette, then leans over and lights it for him.  After doing the same for himself he hands a menu across the table.

Ryu speaks.

What’s good?

I usually have the hamburger- but the spaghetti and the curry are good too.

Hamburger sounds ok to me.

Shisei orders and the silence builds.  They smoke and listen to the music, but start to make small talk when their food comes. They eventually order drinks. The café begins to empty.

Shisei is focused on every word that Ryu speaks, every small movement that he makes. Every now and then their legs touch and he must keep fighting his urges. He didn’t think it could be so difficult to stop himself from reaching out and touching someone. It is going to take all of his willpower to actually put the younger man on the train.

This thought moves him to look at the time display on his cell phone…

Oh no… what time is your last train?

Ryu checks his own keitai.

About 5 minutes ago… Shit.

You’ll have to stay with me.

Ryu looses his previous look of calm and starts to stammer.

I, I…

I have two rooms, and more than one extra futon.

Pauses…

I won’t…

Ok.

They leave the café and walk the few streets to Shisei’s place slowly. The air is crisper now. Under the street light next to his apartment Shisei shuffles through his bag and finally produces a set of keys. He looks back as he opens the door.

I’ll be good. I promise.

Once inside Shisei dumps his bag and jacket in a pile and walks over to the air-conditioner, turning on the heat.

Ryu looks around. The building is old. The apartment is of course small- but the main room is made smaller by the huge TV and stereo at one end. Stacks of CDs, music videos and playstation games surround it.

Sit. You want something to drink? Coffee, juice, beer?

Ahh… beer thanks.

Shisei notices Ryu eyeing his game collection…

I heard you like to play. I’ll get your futon set up and then we’ll see which one of us is a true game master...

He smiles and disappears into another room. Ryu sets up the game. He is not long playing when Shisei joins him on the small sofa. The game starts again.

The younger one can feel Shisei’s leg resting against his own. It is tempting. He is still not sure, but he finds himself enticed by the other mans scent. It feels almost … natural? He wasn’t as drunk as he seemed that night, perhaps only enough to let him do something he had maybe always wanted?

He shifts a little closer, his concentration no longer one hundred percent on the game.

You shot me!!

Shisei gasps.  “Did he move closer?” “Am I imagining things?”

He shivers as Ryu leans forward to get his drink and brushes his fingers along his leg gently as he does so. Ryu finishes the beer and again touches Shisei’s leg slightly as he leans forward- placing the can and game controller on the floor. He stretches his arms as he speaks.

My hands are killing me. We practiced for 12 hours straight yesterday.

Yada ne. Video instead?

Unn.

You pick.

Shisei packs away the game and sits down again as Ryu pushes a tape in. He watches as the other bassist reaches over and flicks off the light as he sits down. He breathes in deeply as Ryu’s hand rests on his knee momentarily then returns to its owner’s.

“That I didn’t imagine.” His thoughts are racing… “Should I??”

He slowly reaches over and takes Ryu’s hand, bringing it to his lips and placing light kisses on the other bassist’s palm.

12 hours practice ne. O-tsukare.

More kisses moving along tired fingers, scarcely brushing the skin.

Does this help?

A soft sigh escapes Ryu’s lips as he brings his hand and the other man’s lips slowly to his own. They kiss lightly.

Yes… but… slow is good.

Shisei whispers

Slow…

They kiss again softly and deliberately, their tongues barely touching. Shisei’s hands cup Ryu’s face gently. Shisei leans back smoothly, their lips still together. The older man slides his hands around the other’s neck and pulls him closer. He arches his back as Ryu slides his arms around his waist.

The kiss breaks and Ryu moves down a little, resting his cheek high on Shisei’s chest.

A hand moves through purple hair, and sleep comes quickly as the video flickers to an end.

~~~

to be continued~

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