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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Toboe looked around the boxer's apartment with recording-eyes. He'd been invited in, and asked to sit down, which he did. And now his attention was all over the place, drinking in the look of the living room and peeks of the kitchen and a bathroom.
It was very plain for what he'd seen in Tsume's place. His couch was a mushroom-colored light gray, the carpet matched. Brown armchairs sit at either side of the couch, and a black-legged coffee table with a glass top sits in the middle of them all. It was no suprise that it has magazines that featured the former champ, or some other really good fighter covering them. Patterned brown curtains spread apart at the sides of the two floor-to-ceiling windows. Very basic. The only thing that really stood out were the small trophies shining brightly against the center wall behind a glass door; large belts underneath them. He had no idea how good Mr. Black really was. It was amazing!
Said man walked back into the living room, carrying a bowl of freshly chopped fruit and a glass of vitamin water. He set them down on the coffee table, and with a hand behind his head he laughed a bit and said "It's not your usual snack, but this is all a guy like me has. Sorry."
"It's alright. Don't tell the other guys, but, I actually like fruits and vegetables." He took a chunk of pineapple from the bowl. "Is this flavored water?" He asked looking over the bottle in his hand once it was freed from the chunk of bright yellow fruit. It was so juicy that when he spoke while chewing, he coughed from the sudden flood of moisture in his mouth.
"Eehh, it has a type of flavor. I wouldn't really call it fruit." He looked a bit guilty about it. "It's alright if you don't like it."
"I'm sure it's fine." Though he put the bottle down without taking a drink.
Clasping his hands together the man leaned forward, elbows to his knees and full attention on the young teen before him, and gave him the floor to start the conversation. "What brings you back to a place like this? Tsume say something about visiting, or are you just having nostalgic moments by coming around for yourself."
Swallowing hard on a bite of melon, Toboe wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers. "It's kind of both. I didn't know if you knew about Tsume and me, so it'd probably be better if I just tell you that we're only friends now."
Jet absorbed those words then began to laugh. "I think you did that backwards, you're supposed to think the first part then say the last part about you being friends to me."
"Did I?" Wondered the teen, replaying the moment. With a smile he laughed. "I guess I did say it backwards." He sobered up through a sigh. "I guess the secrets out then."
"Pretty big secret, too. I thought Tsume said you were just friends." He recalled having a conversation with the model in the hall about being careful with Toboe, that people could get wrong ideas seeing something like that. Guess that conversation came a little too late. And now this poor boy is hung up on a despicable guy like Tsume Keina.
"We were! ...At first, but," he shrugged. "Then something changed, and we kind of ended up..."
Jet held up his protesting hand. "Say no more. I can guess."
"You think it's wrong too, don't you?" He can see it all over the man's expression. He kind of thought that he'd get compassion from someone close to the model, since his brother and Hige just didn't understand. Neither would anyone else. But this is Tsume's friend. He should know better than anyone that Tsume isn't just some pervert who was out to get him. Guess he was wrong. It's hard to want to believe what everyone thinks about it, or says about it, when he was in it and knows different than they do. But at the same time, he can't ignore that what it was really does look bad to the world.
Jet touched Toboe on his knee to get him out of his thoughts. "You zoned out there, huh?"
"Sorry."
"Don't be. It's... You know, I think I can understand how you're feeling."
Looking into the man's eyes, he can see care there and an attempt to understand what he's going through. "You do?"
"Well sure," He rocked back on the seat with a very buddy-buddy look. "I was young once, I had an attraction to my math teacher Mrs. Shimobara. That woman was so beautiful... I can't give change without thinking about the woman that taught me math."
"Yeah, but, you never asked her out." His hoped were a bit dashed. Knowing that someone wanted to do something but didn't actually do it, are two completely different things. "And I'm sure she never asked you, since she is a Mrs, after all."
"True. But that didn't stop my young mind from working round the clock about what she and I would do together, if we ever went out."
"I once had a... an..."
"A sex dream?" Offered Jet with question in his voice.
Blushing, Toboe lowered his eyes in a bit of embarrassment. "Yeah. We weren't together then. I just kind of went to sleep and had a dream. It wasn't elaborate or anything... I actually didn't know what was going on, I just saw Tsume over me panting."
Jet laughed at that, and yet it disturbed him a bit. A boy that couldn't even properly visualize sex, even in a dream that has limitless visions to show a person, had sex with an older man without fully understanding it. He couldn't believe Tsume could be such a scoundrel. But at the same time, he believed that his friend wouldn't intentionally hurt the misguided teen. As wrong as he was for doing it all, Tsume really is a good guy. But, really, what a terrible mistake to put on yourself - - especially after the Darcia thing.
"I know that if I had the shot that you did, I'd have been terrified!" His laughter boomed out of him. "A grown women on a thirteen year old. I wouldn't know where to start. And I probably would have wet myself, if we got any further than a kiss."
Chuckling faintly Toboe recalled his first kiss on that cold day in Tsume's car. The heater on them, and a warm cup of cocoa in his hands. He'd asked a simple question out of curiosity, and the man took him literally and kissed him. They were both uncomfortable about it, but when that passed it was actually really nice. But that kiss on Tsume's living room couch... It had fire. It had passion. It had tongues. And it had made him very uncomfortable. He still isn't sure he's used to that kind of kissing.
Feeling somewhat comfortable with Jet, since the man seemed to have a very good idea of his emotions back then - and a little now, he could talk to him. "Actually, the first time he made me... y'know, I thought I did wet myself." He blushed.
But Jet only nodded to show he understood. Although the words 'first time' left him to wonder just how many times Tsume had slept with the boy?
Seeing the question mark on the man's face Toboe shook his head. "Oh no, we only did that once. But it was... it was the best thing I'd ever felt. Like I was scared and wanted it to stop because you know, the peeing thing. But once it'd happened I thought I'd never have anything that could compare to that."
Jet shrugged. "I don't know about that. You don't want your mind to grow up too fast. You're still in your prime, let old guys like me worry about things like that. How old are you? Twelve?"
Mouth agape, he replied. "I'm almost sixteen, and by the time my brother was that age he'd had sex and was a man. He took care of me my whole life." He looked Jet right in the eyes, continuing proudly. "I plan to be just like him."
Waving his hands to ward off the mini onslaught. "I didn't mean it like that. You've just got a very young face. And I think it's very respectable that you want to be like your older brother. But you can't lose who you are at the same time."
"I wouldn't." Says the teen with an assured nod.
"Good. That's really good. Too many people would miss you, I'll bet." He took a hunk of watermelon.
Remembering the snack as well, Toboe grabbed another pineapple. In momentary silence, Toboe remembered why he'd come here in the first place. It wasn't for a visit or trip down memory lane. He wanted to call Tsume, and tell him that he wasn't coming. And that he should forget about him. But remembering what they had was making his desire to end things with the model harder and harder. The model's slender fingers pressing into the center of his back between his shoulders as he taught him how to masturbate, his legs around Tsume's thin waist as he wrapped them around him. How gentle Tsume was when he'd moved in and out of him. Their private connection. Kiba may know, but he doesn't really know. He doesn't think his brother or anyone ever really could know. And that would always keep it special.
"Toboe, what brings you here anyway? Does your brother know you came?"
Shaking his head from his thoughts, he glanced down at his lap then back up. He had to make sure he didn't get excited while thinking about what he'd done. Looking now at Jet, he wondered what the man just said, but realized he must have wondered why he'd came there.
"I kind of needed to get Tsume's phone number, and I thought that you might have it."
"Tsume's number? I have his cell, if that's all right. Guy called me once since he's moved. But I haven't gotten the home phone yet."
"Cellphone is perfect. Thank you."
Sliding the phone over to him from the side table where it's placed, he dials the number once the device was in his hand. "Why do you wanna call him? Plan to chew him out for leaving?"
"No. I kind of wanted to break up with him. I mean, tell him not to write... Shoot. It's all starting to sound really cowardly, isn't it?"
"Not at all!" He has the phone to his ear. It's ringing for a bit, when the beep sounded, he thought he got the machine but Tsume's voice barked out a very bland sounding.
"What?"
Taken aback, he says with just as much enthusiasm. "Well that's a fine way to greet a friend. I've got someone here that wants to talk to you."
Tsume was quiet for a moment, then asked. "Who is it?"
"Listen for yourself." He hands the phone over to Toboe.
Shaking hands took the phone, and he swallowed a baseball-sized lump in his throat. Mouth dry, he sucked in a breath then says quietly "Tsume?" then slams the phone back onto the receiver. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. And he was glad that he didn't hear the man's voice, because his heart would have stopped for sure.
Jet, who had been off to the side writing the cell number down on a piece of notepad paper looked like he's just been slapped in the face. "Strange way to break up with a guy, but he might have gotten the hint. You alright?"
"No. I never should have come here." He grabbed his sneakers at the door slipping a foot into each one. "I'm sorry, Mr. Black. I know it must be an expensive call, but I'm just not ready to talk to him yet."
The phone began to ring. It could only be one person.
Glancing at his phone, Jet had the same thought. "Here. You take his number for just incase."
"Thank you." He snapped it up quickly. "Thank you for everything, please don't tell him."
"I won't." He waved away the departing teen before picking up the phone.
Toboe thought about staying to listen in behind the closed door, but he couldn't. He just wanted to run and fast.
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Cher sighed listlessly on her end of the phone. Kiba had just finished telling her that they intend to go on vacation out of the country, and she couldn't be more envious. "So how long am I picking up your mail for?"
"About two weeks. Thanks for doing it by the way. I hate when things pile up for too long." Says Kiba. "Kids in the neighborhood see it and think its Christmas."
"Tell me about it. I hope you two have fun, the only thing I'm gonna be doing over the break is grading papers, and trying to entertain Cheza until Hubb picks her up for a weekend visit."
"She could come with us." Suggest Kiba, though, he doesn't know where they'd get an extra ticket. They do have some money saved up. It shouldn't cost too much to have a minor on a plane. "I'm sure Toboe would love the company."
"Mmm...No. I think Cheza really wants to see her father." She sounds tired now. "He promised to take her to a park of some sort. I don't wanna derail their plans."
"Okay."
It didn't take long for Cher to pick up on the young man's dour mood, and she asked. "Is something the matter? For someone whose gonna spend a nice holiday away from Freeze city, you don't sound too enthusiastic about it."
"Hmm?" He wondered trying to sound innocent. "Oh, I was just thinking about something unimportant."
Not believing him for a second, she says to assure the teen that she'll be there, if he needs her. "I'm always here, Kiba. You can lean on me whenever you want. I'll always listen."
"Thanks. But, really, I'm fine." Glancing at the clock, he closed his workbook. "Thanks again for picking up the mail. Bye Cher."
"Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Kiba pulled his science book to him. Hige wrote out the work they were supposed to do, chapters that have to be read, and he had a lot. Toboe brought home Chinese take-out, which shocked Kiba because he thought for sure his little brother would bring greasy burgers. They ate in relative silence neither wanting to say anything to the other. It made Kiba wonder where Toboe had gone first, but he didn't ask. Toboe wants to be treated like an adult or least something close to that, and he made a deal with himself to give him that. To a degree. If his brother was going to be hurt by something he can't just sit by and watch it happen. But for the most part, he'll leave it alone.
Kiba told Toboe that he would pull him out of school early Friday so that he could go to the dentist for an appointment he'd made a while back. Toboe didn't seem surprised by it, he was actually really happy, and asked to stay home instead of going all together. Kiba laughed, and told him "No". His little brother spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom brushing and checking for cavities. He said he didn't want any drill going into his mouth, and wondered if he could get away with putting gum over some holes.
After Toboe went to bed, Kiba worked on his homework; television off and world almost silent, he listened to himself think over science questions. It was around ten that Hige knocked on the door. Kiba thought about sending him home, but since he was done with his schoolwork he saw no harm in letting him stay over. And they ended up on the couch in each others arms, Hige's chest to Kiba's back while the lighter haired teen brushed his fingers up and down Kiba's torso.
Kiba sighed in a sleepy manner. Hige tilts his head down a bit in attempt to see his boyfriend's face. "Moping again? You know you're gonna get a vein if you don't stop that."
"No, I'm tired."
Knowledgable finger pointed, he states. "The best sleep is done in a bed. I could carry you."
Snuggling in, a teasing smile across his lips he says. "You're just as wide, comfortable, too."
"Heey! No cheap shots. You forget I'm on the bottom I can roll you over right now." Squeezing his boyfriend in his grip, he snickers. "You're not exactly light, ya know."
Mouth agape, he jabbed Hige in the stomach with his elbow. "You know where the door is." He teased.
"Yup," Sitting up he grabbed Kiba into his arms bridal style then stood. "Up the stairs second door on the left."
Laughing into his lover's shoulder, he starts to whine. "Hige put me down, this is embarrassing."
"Oh who's gonna see you? The lamp?" He gave the lamp a wink as they pass it. "I think the lamp is fine with whatever I plan to do with you."
"Tell the lamp I have a little brother, and doing that in this house when he's here should be forbi-iddon." His voice jumped when Hige's thigh bumped into his butt as he took the first stair.
"Come on, when did the runt go down for bed?"
"An hour ago." Answers Kiba shoving his bedroom door further open with his foot.
Kicking the door closed with his foot, Hige travels over to the bed dropping Kiba like a sack of potatos before he climbed on top of him showering the protesting lover with kisses on his neck.
Through hitched breaths, he said, "Hige, we can't." shoving at the flesh-hungry zombie's shoulders.
"But we gotta. I haven't been able to touch you in a month, thanks to school and work, and - no offense - raising your little brother. "Tossing his removed shirt to the floor, he laid himself down over Kiba kissing him between talking. "And I've gotta tell ya, I've taken up some disturbing habits to fight the urge."
Kiba couldn't help but feel the same way, although what Hige just said made him cock a brow wondering just what it was his boyfriend has done that was so disturbing. A heated gasp escaped his lips as his erection sprang to life, pressing with all its might on the front of his pajamas as if to awaken Hige's to come out and play with him.
The moan Hige made into his ear only caused his hard-on to twitch with need, and he was so grateful when his lover tugged down the waistband of his pants only low enough to release the covered meat confined behind them. Hige's hand came around Kiba's shaft high enough for his thumb to brush the sticky semen leaking from the head.
Kiba's eyes roll back as he arched into the touch of Hige's teasing thumb and gripping fingers. Not about to leave him alone in his work, Kiba pulled him down into a kiss. One arm around Hige's shoulders, the other making its way down his back to ease a hand into his jeans. Hige moaned breathlessly feeling Kiba's middle finger playing with his entrance, applying teasing pressure that wouldn't go any further without lubricant. The moon teen bends his knees so that he's now sitting around Kiba rather than lying on him, and he rocks his hips back onto the taunting finger all the while keeping enough attention to Kiba's member in his hand.
It was around 11:38 that Toboe opened his eyes. He has to use the bathroom. He never should have had that second strawberry soda with dinner. But as he sat up in bed, an odd sound came to him. Someone knocking, or banging on the wall. In a haze, he wondered if Kiba was hanging a picture or killing a bug and was missing it badly. But when a more familiar sound hit his ears, there was no playing that off as anything else but a long low moan. It sounded like Hige... When had he come over?
Not meaning to, Toboe leaned an ear forward toward the noises. His brother's pleasured sigh came in loud and clear sending an odd shiver down his back. He doesn't wanna hear this! And yet... he can't stop from hearing it, now that he was. The knocking became less frequent for a moment, Hige whispered his brother's name a low but loud silence came.
They must be kissing, thought the younger Wolf. A lower sound made itself heard after a moment, like flapping paper maybe or the slap of skin. The knocking picked up again this time faster, louder. Kiba's moans became quicker more feverish, Hige playing over him.
The knocking sounded in four single bangs before Kiba whispered "Don't stop- faster". The knocking picked up again. Faster, louder, faster until both his brother and Hige moaned in unison, heavy panting coming in and out of them for a while until all the sound died down. Toboe could not go to the bathroom now. He just can't. He's paralyzed! With the strength from who knows where, he laid back on his pillows, staring up at the ceiling.
'Is that... is that what it sounded like with me and Tsume?' He wondered. 'Panting, and banging, moans and name calls.' His stomach felt funny like he could feel every unnerved tingle from hearing his brother and Hige was turning on him, making him wanna seek the nearest bathroom.
But a part of him wanted Tsume. He wanted the model to touch him like he had that night. Talk to him in a voice that only he got to hear. Physically show him how much he meant to him. Why is it that when you want to stop thinking about someone you can't do it? Toboe hadn't thought much about Tsume until he decided to swear him off mentally and emotionally. Every letter that came was nothing more than a piece of paper.
He knew Tsume was out there, and he was fine with it. They left on good terms, mostly, and he didn't want to ruin it by thinking about the man or reading things from him. But now, everywhere he turned, he saw him. He felt him. He could talk to him... Just one phone call. One call.
He can't do it. Rolling onto his side, he closed his eyes tightly, and tried to fall back asleep.
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