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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The air was crispy with cold - though, the sun was attempting to show through the large clouds, that drifted lazily in the sky. Ms. Nomiya released her class for break, regardless half of the students little cries to stay inside where it was warm.
Toboe and Cheza went out onto the field to a place where there was barely any students; getting down to a crouching position the two began to build up snow to construct a snowman together. Neither of them spoke as they built pile after pile, rolling the balls along to make them larger.
Toboe wandered away from the busy girl, going to gather up some rocks that lay under the seesaw at the other end of the field. The pair had been waiting for the snow to eventually fall and agreed to make a snowman together as soon as it had. So Wolf hid the rocks under the equipment so they wouldn't have to go fishing under the snow later.
Toboe was taking his time walking back over to Cheza; his mind was buzzing with questions he wanted to ask her. But he didn't know where to start. 'I wish I knew what to say to make her feel better, but... It feels like it's my fault. Although, I'm not really sure what makes people get divorced... I wonder if she wants to talk at all - maybe.. maybe I should just leave her alone today.'
The young teen's eyes scanned the playground, glancing over all the other students that were playing before his eyes fell upon a girl that he remembered had gone through divorced parents herself. Walking back over to Cheza; Toboe handed her the rocks he'd picked up.
"I'll be right back, okay, Chez'?" He said, making sure she'd heard him before he walked away.
Hurrying across the field, he hopped on the swing next to the girl; who eyed him curiously.
"Toboe?" She wondered out loud.
"Hi, Taki, can I swing here with you?" He said cheerfully with a salesman's pitch in his voice.
Taki shrugged and began to scoot her legs back releasing them when she felt she was far enough back to get some good momentum. Toboe did as she did, only he swung a bit slower.
'How am I gonna bring it up?' He wondered. 'Maybe I should just ask her, and get it over with.' Clearing his throat, he tried swinging directly beside her. "Taki?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"It's - kinda personal." He paused to see if she'd change her mind.
"Okay." Though her swinging came to an abrupt hault.
"Well, it's just that... I wanted to ask you about your parents divorce." He kept his eyes down so he wouldn't see any hurt that came over her face.
"What about it?" She asked, sounding perfectly fine. In fact, she began to swing again.
"What made your parents decide to split up?"
"My dad cheated on my mom." The girl said snidely.
"Cheated on her? What does that mean?"
"He slept around with some other woman, and she found out about it because there was a number in his coat pocket."
Toboe dropped his head, he didn't know there were other reasons for parents getting a divorce. "So does that mean anything could break up a marriage?"
"Toboe, what are you getting at?" Taki inquired. "Do you know someone one who's about to go through a divorce? If you want me to talk to them, I'll do it." She shrugged. "It's no big deal."
"Well, I don't think it's my place to say anything... But I have another question, though,"
"Go ahead."
"...Could someone else make your parents wanna divorce each other?"
"Depends, what did the other person do?"
"Weeelllll," He hesistated. "Say the man wasn't responsible, and something happened to a kid... could that make the woman wanna leave him?"
"Maybe. But that's kind of a stretch. The couple must have been having problems already, and that one thing was the straw that broke the camel's back." The girl informed, she stopped swinging again this time hopping off. "Toboe," She grabbed the boy's hands. "Don't stress out so much; life's too short for that."
Toboe laughed. "You couldn't tell by looking at you, but you're really mature, Taki."
"Hey, divorce ages you. See ya." She rushed away, but paused, saying over her shoulder. "And if your friend ever wants to talk, let me know!"
Toboe blinked seeing the girl wink at him. 'I hope she doesn't think it's me.' Getting up from the swing he crossed the playground part of the field, back to where he'd left his friend. She was already stacking the body parts of the snowman together.
"Cheza?" Toboe sniffled feeling his nose begin to run.
"Toboe is crying?" The girl asked.
"Huh? Hmhmhm." He chuckled. "No. My nose is just a little runny." He ran his hand across it. "Are... you ok, though?"
"This one..." She paused. "This one does not know. This one will be all right."
They continued to talk, though not as seriously.
In the distance, behind the metal-fence; Tsume sneezed, groaning afterwards. He had been freezing his ass off since he got there; and trying to get Toboe's attention was impossible. The guy just took off across the field right as he began to call him. Oh well, ten times the charm.
Standing up, Tsume peered over the fence then whispered. "Psst! Psst! Toboe!" He called.
The young teen thought he heard his name, but he wasn't sure. Besides, who'd be calling him?
"Toboe!"
There it was again! Looking around he didn't see anyone in particular trying to get his attention so he ignored it. Tsume sighed in frustration. Snapping his fingers together, Tsume dug into his pocket and pulled out his gold lighter. Catching a flare of sun, he turned the beam on Toboe's jacket.
Toboe didn't see it, but Cheza did. "Toboe?"
He looked down to where the girl pointed. Patting his chest he stared out to where the light was coming from then he saw him. For a moment the boy's eyes shined with happiness, until he realized all the pain that the model had brought to him.
'Tsume.' Tapping his friend's shoulder to get her attention from looking in Tsume's direction, he walked across the field. "I'll be back, Cheza."
"Finally." Tsume smirked when Toboe was in reaching range. "What took you so long to notice me; I've called you fifteen times."
"Go away." Wolf ordered.
"Excuse me?" Tsume was taken aback.
"You heard me, go away!" Toboe wanted to shove him but the gate blocked his hands.
"Alright, I'll leave. Once you tell me why I should?" Tsume frowned a bit. "I thought that you and I were friends?"
"We were friends, but..." He shrugged. "Things change over night."
"That still doesn't answer my question." Tsume probed.
"It's all because you picked me up yesterday that my best friend's parents are getting a divorce." He blurted out. "If you hadn't done that... then they'd still wanna be together."
"Tch. Adults have problems, Toboe - you know that." Tsume began to explain. "You can't blame yourself for other people's problems - that's what's wrong with the world today."
"Yeah, you can say that, because you've probably never had anyone hurt because of something you did." Argued the teen.
"That's what you think. Anyway, I didn't wanna come here to fight with you." He had to change subjects; this wasn't going as he had planned.
"Oh yeah," he sniffled for the third time since he went over to him.
"Here." Tsume handed him three tissues that he pulled from his pocket.
"Thanks."
"Look, before you get all military on me... I thought you should know that I wanted to apologize for what I'd done. I really wasn't trying to be a bad guy. I didn't think it was a problem, that's all."
"Well... actually, I didn't either. But, when I got home, everybody was so mad; and then Cheza told me that her parents were splitting up."
"Yeah, but did she say it was because of you?" Asked the model.
Toboe thought about it and rocked from side to side. "Well, no not exactly - but..."
"Then what are you worried about?"
Toboe was silent. Tsume was making a lot of sense. He did kinda put the blame on himself, for what was happening to Cheza's parents. But what about everything else!? "No. I don't think we can be friends; my... brother and my other friend think that you're this bad guy; and you only want me for perverted reasons."
'Figures.' Tsume put on his best smile; reaching over the fence placing his hand on Wolf's shoulder. "Toboe, do I look like a bad guy to you - or a pervert? I'm just a normal guy - who happens to not mind the company of a younger person."
"And that's another thing; how did you know my name? I never told you, and you just started calling me Toboe." The young teen continued firing at him.
"I read it off your bookbag." Tsume lied.
Toboe blushed. He remembered that his name is, in fact, written on his bookbag. 'I'm over reacting, Tsume's a really nice guy. I shouldn't be badgering him because other people are making me. What if he hates me - or never wants to see me again!?' Looking up at him, he saw that Tsume had given up on him and began to leave. "Tsume wait." He called.
The model turned around dropping the smile that had appeared on his face after hearing that Toboe was beginning to trust him again. "Yes?"
"I'm - sorry... about what I've said to you. And calling you names... I just don't like it when my brother's upset."
"I understand. I just hope you know that I'm sorry; and I'm still your friend, if you ever wanna hang out or something."
The innocent teen smiled at him. "I'd like that, Tsume." He blushed looking down at his feet.
Tsume caught his breath as he gazed upon the beautiful younger male. Cold was wonderful on him. It accented his nose and ears with a red glow, and his low sniffles were to die for. Tsume's mouth was almost watering as he watched the teen shake newly falling snow from his hair.
"Hey look, it's snowing again!" Toboe titled his face up towards the sky.
Tsume glanced up once but his attention returned swiftly back to his crush. A bit of his pale neck is exposed to the world, begging to be touched. Toboe looked back at Tsume and smiled into a laugh.
"It's kinda hard to see the snow in your hair."
Tsume chuckled brushing a hand through his hair as if Toboe were giving him a hint that it was covered in snow. "Say, how's about you and me get out of here and get something to eat?"
"Huh?"
"You haven't had lunch yet, have you?"
"Lunch, no I haven't eaten yet, but..." He paused as though he were stating the obvious. "Tsume, that's how I got in trouble in the first place."
The model waved a hand. "No one has to know that we're gone. We can sneak away now, it's just break, no one will miss you."
Toboe pursed and twisted his lips to the side. 'He's right, it's not like we'd be gone for long. And Cheza could cover for me, if anyone asks where I am.' A smile lit up on his face and he held out a hand. "You're on."
Tsume shook the teen's hand and reached over the fence to help him climb out. Toboe walked to the man's open arms but then backed away. "Wait, I have to tell Cheza to cover for me. Okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
He rushed across the field over to his friend who had moved herself to the swings. It looked as though she were talking with Taki from before. Maybe she'd told her; or the other girl took the hint and started the conversation herself, either way, he couldn't talk to Cheza now.
Turning away, he dashed back to the gate fence recieving help from Tsume as they made their getaway.
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Tsume and Toboe escaped towards the road behind the fence, unseen and probably not missed. Tsume ran along quietly, listening to the sound of Toboe's panting as he followed close behind him. The model held open his gloved hand closing it when he felt the a little force clamp down on it.
"Hey, Tsume, where are we going?" Asked Toboe, cheerfully through a puff of breath. He looked like a happy puppy on his master's leash. And Tsume was more than happy to lead him along.
Letting go of Toboe's hand; Tsume grabbed the helmet resting on the handle bar of the vehical, and he slipped it over his head. Lifting the visor up to un-shade his vision; he removed the seat of the motorcycle, grabbing the spare helmet and he gave it to Toboe. The young teen looked it over before sliding it down over his head as well.
'I can't believe we're taking a motorcycle. I hope I don't fall off.' Toboe slipped his hands under the neck of the hemlet attempting to buckle it around his head.
Tsume watched the struggle caused by his gloves a moment before he gave Toboe a hand.
Toboe blushed at the close contact of Tsume's hands and shyly coughed out. "Uhh, thanks."
Tsume smiled an unseen reply while climbing onto the motorcycle. Removing the kickstand, he supported the weight of the machine on his left leg then gestured with his arm for Toboe to get on behind him.
"Uh.. um... you want me to get on, too?"
"Duh. How else are you gonna get there? Climb on back then wrap your arms around me. I'll do the rest." He instructed.
Hesitant, Toboe followed Tsume's instructions and with a little struggle managed to climb onto the back of the motorcycle. He coiled his arms and clamped his knees around the model's mid-section and thighs then rested the face of his helmet against Tsume's back.
The model felt his cheeks heating feeling the warmth of the teen's inner thighs pressed against him, and the kid's face - though behind a helmet - pressed against his back. Clearing his mind by clearing his throat, Tsume started the motorcycle then sped off down the street.
"Whaaoooo!" Toboe yelled helplessly, strengthening his grip.
...
Toboe's shaking had ceased when they were close to the restaurant. He actually felt really comfortable in the back of the motorcycle; and he knew that Tsume would never let him get hurt. In a way, he felt that the model cared for him just as much as Kiba - even though, in a sense, they had just met. He still felt that deep down, there was something there.
Tsume on the other hand couldn't wait till the three minute ride was over. He was beginning to get a serious hard-on feeling Toboe's thighs scooting closer to him. It was driving him crazy! The model pulled his helmet off, putting it onto the handle bars of the motorcycle. Toboe followed Tsume's example and unclipped his helmet placing it onto the other handle.
The teen's eyes scanned the whole place as he and his older friend walked inside. It smelled wonderful! A mix of rice and vegetables filled his senses, even though Toboe never really took well to fried rice, he would eat it - if Tsume does.
The place is dark. Lit with lovely decorated glass around the bulbs to accent the mood. The crowd was talking a mile a minute to each other; laughing; and taking food from each others' plates. It was a nice feeling.
"Konnichi'wa, Mr Keina." The receptionist greeted with a polite bow.
"Hey." Tsume replied tightly, with a - just as stiff as his tone - nod.
"She knows you?" Toboe wondered in awe.
"I know everyone here. I come often enough." The model replied casually. "Those that I don't, know me because of my job."
"Oh." He unconsciously moved in close to Tsume.
The two of them were led to Tsume's usual table in back by a large window. Toboe picked up a strip piece of paper that lay on the tabletop. Ripping it open, he smiled at the contents inside. Chopsticks. He loved eating with chopsticks.
"What are you getting, Tsume?" Asked Toboe, picking up the menu.
"Hm. Probably lo mein. What about you?"
"Um...?" He mumbled quietly. "I don't know. Maybe an egg roll."
Tsume chuckled, cocking an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Well I... I don't know."
"How 'bout we get a little of everything and share."
"That sounds good." Though he blushed furiously feeling like a little kid that had to have food shoved in his face for a taste test. But Tsume didn't seem to notice.
"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked patiently.
"Yeah, we'll have the Puu Puu Platter. Thanks."
Toboe grinned lowering his head. The name of the food was hilarious, but he didn't wanna laugh like an immature little kid. The waitress disappeared to get their order; Tsume chose then to let out a laugh.
"Funny name isn't it."
Toboe chuckled as though he heard the words over again. "Yeah, it is."
"Try ordering it while keeping a straight face."
Toboe laughed again. He turned away to face the window to avoid looking at Tsume's smile. It was too handsome, he felt uncomfortable feeling the way he does when it came to crushes. He's never been interested in any before; so this was all very new. And after that out-of-character dream he had last night, looking Tsume in the eyes was a little hard.
Tsume on the other hand took the opportunity to look at Toboe. The teen's hair was tussled around his head in an adorable manner, his slight bangs pulled a little out of his face and the usually neatly kept part in his hair was lost in the mess after he pulled his hat off and did his best to smooth it out.
The young teen's eyes flicked back and forth as he watched cars whizzing by on the road, looking as though he were in a comfortable trance of thought. Tsume's mind began to drift as well, wondering what would happen if he was to... Slowly, his foot slipped out of his boot gliding snake-like across the rug over to where the young teen sat.
It touched the Toboe's leg gently causing the younger male to freeze in his seat. A blush stained his cheeks feeling that the intruder was sliding up his leg to a sensitive spot of his body that, until last night, he didn't even know was sensitive. Tsume smirked seeing Toboe's reaction to the foot massage he was giving him, and he was pleased to see that his crush's manhood appreciated it, as well.
Toboe's chest picked up with his breathing and his mouth parted slightly as his eyes closed. Tsume wriggled his toes brushing them playfully over the pleased package. The model kept his face straight as he watched Toboe reacting to him. The young teen thought he was going to die from that alone, but when he felt the waistband of his pants pulling down...
"Here you are, sirs." The waitress interrupted Tsume's daydream. "Enjoy your meal; let me know if I can get you anything else."
"I will."
Toboe had never seen so much food in his life! There were all kinds of things there - even the egg rolls! "Oh boy, let's dig in." He said reaching with his chopsticks for a plate of dumplings. Giving it a once over look he popped the dumpling into his mouth then began to chew. "Mmm. It's good." He dropped his jaw and blew out over the hot food. "And hot."
"It's a Jiaozi dumpling." Tsume mentioned eating one himself.
"Jiaozi? And what's this one?" He pointed to a red pile of cubes.
"Barbecued pork, try some." He grabbed it with his chopstick, holding it out to the teen, who gladly ate the half that was placed into his mouth. Tsume, who had purposely only stuck half the cube out to him, ate the rest of it with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Mmm."
Their lunch was going nicely, everything with them always felt pleasant and perfect. Just like Toboe. Tsume had so much that he wanted to say to the Wolf teen. But how to get conversation moving? And where would he start?
"So, how long have you lived in Europe?"
Tsume couldn't have felt luckier to have a crush on a talkative person. He'd answer anything the kid wanted to know - even his jock-cup size. Well, maybe he wouldn't ask that, but if he did, he wouldn't mind telling him. "Hmm?" He thought it over. "About four and a half years. I just recently came back home to retire."
"Do you miss it?" Toboe asked in all seriousness.
"Sometimes, but... recently I've found a reason to like it here a lot better." This time it was Tsume who couldn't look at Toboe. He hoped the teen didn't figure out that it was he whom he was speaking of. "Okay, my turn. What's your favorite color?"
"Hahaha, that's easy. Red." Toboe replied. "What's yours?"
"Brown."
"Brown? I would have guessed black. Every time I see you you're always wearing it." Toboe tapped his chin. "Hmm? Who's your best friend?"
'You.' He thought easily, but answered. "Faye Valentine. And yours is Cheza right?"
"Right."
"What do you think of... guys kissing other guys?"
Toboe swallowed a bite of teriyaki chicken painfully hard. 'That's a weird question. Oh well, he's probably just curious.' "I think it's fine. My brother is gay, and so are a couple of my other friends - haha, at least they say they are.. I never saw them with anyone."
"Do you think you might be? Or are you the kind of person that pines for their best friend in the end?" Tsume wondered.
Toboe put his head down to ward off the uneasy feeling in his stomach. "Cheza, naaah. I don't think I could ever be in love with Cheza. We're too close of friends. But actually, if relationships ever came up... I think that I'd want a.." he hesitated. "A boyfriend." His blush was screaming hot against his cheeks now.
Tsume practically glowed from the fact that Toboe was gay. It gave him all the more reason to want the boy. And knowing this little bit of information gave Tsume hope that soon he'd get him.
"What about you?" He leaned over the table and whispered. "Are you... gay or straight. I won't tell anyone, if you don't want me to."
Tsume leaned over the table, as well, and whispered into a growingly loud voice. "I think everybody already knows that I'm gay!" He leaned back against the seat with a smirk.
"Oh." Toboe sat back in his seat feeling the uncomfortable knot in his stomach growing. 'I guess that means it was ok for me to have that dream - at least, in that sense. I wonder if maybe I should tell him about it. I bet he'd understand; you can't control dreams, right?' Looking across the table at the model, he cleared his throat before asking. "So, have you ever... dreamt about other men? Like if you had a boyfriend or a crush or something?" Toboe didn't believe he'd asked it himself, but the words were out there.
"Plenty of times." The model nodded.
"...Were... any of them about me?"
"About you? Why?"
"Wellll you see, I had this dream - about you and me."
"You and me?" Now Tsume was curious. Toboe dreamt about him?!
'Forget it. I can't tell him about my dream! What if he never wants to talk to me again?! It's just less embarrassing if I lie.' "Well, you see, I had a dream that you and me were at the playground of my school; and you were pushing me on the swing. And when I fell off, you were already ahead of me and you caught me... weird, huh?"
"That is kind of weird." Though he cocked an eyebrow at the teen. He felt like there was something more that he wasn't telling him. But he didn't ask. "What time does break end?" Tsume asked checking his watch.
Toboe blinked out of his train of thought and looked over at the man. Tsume held his wrist out to the teen who looked at the time. "Ten minutes! We better get back." He grabbed his hat from beside him and slid it on his head. His jacket was pulled on next, and he slid from the seat.
Tsume waved over the waitress for the bill. He kept a watchful eye on the teen, who seemed really uncomfortable as he fumbled with the buttons of his coat. 'I wonder what it could be that he's not telling me? Was his dream a little more than some childish swinging on a playground?' All of this made Tsume wonder. Do younger teens have sex dreams? And if they do, do they even know why that is? More importantly, who are they ever with? He hoped with other young people.
"Do you know where the bathroom is?" Asked the Wolf teen.
"Yeah, I'll show you." The two of them walked to the back of the restaurant; a few people pointing out that that was Tsume Keina that was walking past them. The model ignored every stare, as he so often did, then he walked into the tiny bathroom with Toboe.
Toboe was heading towards the stall, he didn't feel right peeing in front of a person who in some sense was practically a stranger to him. And to tell the truth, he never really felt all that comfortable peeing at the urinals anyway.
"Toboe? You're using the stall?" The man questioned.
"Um." His hand jumped shyly behind his head, as if it were himself ducking to hide. "Ahahaha. I just thought that..."
"Come oooon, be a man. Pee with me. We're friends, right?" Tsume coaxed. "I promise I won't look." Though he had a teasing smile on his face, as though Toboe wouldn't do it.
Toboe returned a challenging smile, he was up for it. "Alright. I'll do it."
"Good boy." He said unzipping in front of the urinal.
"Ha." The young teen walked over to the urinal, unzipped his pants then released himself onto the white porcelain. He closed his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed as it was his first time actually using a urinal. His brother uses them, Hige too. But he can't seem to.
Tsume's vision glanced sideways, he knew it was wrong to look but he couldn't stop himself once he was there. 'Six and a quarter inches.' He noted. 'That's not bad for a fourteen year old - I think.'
Once done, Tsume pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Toboe. "Here. To clean yourself off." He explained.
"Thanks." He took the tissue, graciously, trying to keep his eyes up so that he wouldn't accidentally look down at Tsume's penis.
The both of them zipped up then washed their hands at the sink. Once done, they walked out of the bathroom back into the restaurant and out the doors. Tsume grabbed his helmet getting Toboe's from inside of the seat.
"I've got an idea."
Taking the helmet, Toboe asked. "What?"
"How 'bout we change positions." The model slipped on his helmet. "You sit up front."
"Me? Cool!" Enthusiastically, the teen climbed onto the motorcycle - leaning and all, without any help. Tsume sported an unseen grin as he climbed on the back of the motorcycle, leaning slightly over the teen's body.
"Comfortable?"
"Yeah."
With a nod, Tsume started the motorcycle scooting himself up so that he was pressed right up against Toboe's ass. Toboe felt the man's crotch pressing into him, and he smiled. It reminded him of his dream. He may not have seen what they were doing - exactly, because all he saw in the dream were their faces and chest but he could guess it was a lot like what Hige and his brother were doing in the car.
'Someday, Toboe... Someday soon...' The motorcycle picked up speed hurrying towards the little school so he could drop the young teen off.
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