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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tsume eagerly answered his cell when he heard the selected ringtone that told him the call was from Toboe. He thought he was going to tell him that he'd be back over later for another round of Pin the Tail very deeply into the donkey. However, he just offered a movie invite at the Wolf home. "Sorry, I can't come." He replied.
"Why not?"
He doesn't miss the disappointed tone in his love's voice. "I have unexpected company."
"You do? Who?"
"Where do you keep the smokes?" Said company asked from the couch.
"Oh. Company."
Tsume cocked a brow over the new tone that spoke. What was with the Wolf teen? "I'll see you tomorrow."
"...Yeah."
He hung up before his guest could swipe his phone and say something stupid.
"Booty call?"
Case in point. Setting down his phone onto the island counter, he casts his guest an annoyed glare. "I don't do "booty calls". That was my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?!" Mused the jaunty. "Now I am interested. Who is he?"
Tsume sighed. He could use that cigarette, as well. So much for quitting. "I know why your parents named you Spike,"
"Why's that?"
"Because anyone who meets you wants to hit you in the face with one, or do something fishy to your drink."
Spike barked laughter at that. "Come on, I'm just making light conversation."
"More like just making light." He retrieved a pack of cigarettes from a drawer in the kitchen. "Here." He tossed it to his friend. He fixed them a couple drinks then joined him on the sofa.
Pack in hand, the uninvited guest tapped a white filtered stick between his fingers. "Now we're talkin'," Spike placed the stimulant between his lips, then used his own lighter to ignite the tip. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he continued with his badgering. "Seriously, who is he?"
"Toboe."
Spike's brow furrowed. "Unusual name. Is he exotic?"
"Not that I know of."
His guest leaned the pack over to him, but it was waved away.
"Keep it. I've quit."
"Boyfriend, non-smoker. What's gotten into you?"
"I never should have started; I was a model, after all. But, now that I'm an actor, I have to take extra care of my appearance and health. It's more than standing still or run way."
"Right. I saw some of them." He blew out a puff, figured he'd stalled long enough. "...Toboe?"
Tsume gave a dry laugh. "You're persistent; I'll tap into that useless habit someday. For now, I'll just tell you, we met a long time ago, and have waited far too long to really be together."
Spike grinned lecherous thoughts which he quickly voiced. "A pause for career, huh? The sex must have burned a hole in the bed, when you finally reunited."
Tsume smiled with his own lecherous knowledge of leaving quite the singe in their path. 'And the shower, the hall wall, the island, a pause at the stairs. Then the bed.'
"It's rude not to share."
"I didn't know we were that close."
"I've got too much of a curious nature to not be that close with friends."
"Been a while?" Like he could talk; up until yesterday he's been using his own hand or sex toys.
"Just last weekend." Declared Spike readily. "Tiffany Estrada. What a body.."
"I thought you liked men?" He could have sworn all that conjoined moaning at Jet Black's was a togetherness of the sexual kind; what were they just having loud 'jerk circles'? Or what do you call it when it's just two people? Tsume figured he was wrong to assume everyone was either this way or that. Their are bisexuals. People often mistook him as one, that was for sure. Ultimately the presume straight but that he would dabble with men.
Spike surmised that Tsume had answered his own question. "Your turn. Or do I have to give a little to get a little?"
Tsume picked up three scripts. "Help me choose one."
Spike grinned. "There must be something wrong with him, if you're avoiding it this hard." He tried guessing as to what has his friend so tight-lipped. "Is he ugly? Is he a known gold-digger, but you like him anyway?" His grin became more suspicious. "Is he younger or older than you?"
"Older?"
"Like grandpa older." Spike laughed. "I could see that." Something dawned on him right then, a memory from long ago. It happened as he thought about his friend's early statement. They waited to be together. "No way. That kid on the computer screen?" He exclaimed.
Tsume's face said it all. He'd hit-the-nail-on-the-head.
"That kid was twelve! You're gonna risk prison over an infant."
"He's not an infant, and he wasn't then either. He was fourteen."
"Oh, well, fourteen." He rolled his two-colored eyes. He really couldn't say anything, not sincerely, it's more a person-to-person repulse, as the age of consent in Japan is thirteen. But who really would go there beyond someone only a few years older? Tsume was, what? Twenty five or so back then. Was he really that crazy?
"Don't." Said the accused crazy person.
"Don't think of me as some pervert, child molester." He distracted himself by looking over a script, but it was hard to pick up the dialogue while conversing with a close friend that he's not a pedophile. Not even that close, he'd met him though Jet Black. "I have zero interest, or even tolerance, for kids. It's just.. Something about Toboe grabbed me."
Spike thought about that. But, for the life of even his wildest imagination - - and he's done a LOT - - he can not understand the scenario. But, at least that he knows of, Tsume had waited until the kid was older.
"Can we drop it now, before I show you to an exit opposite the door?" His golden gaze shifted just past his friend out of one of the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Of course," he shrugged a hand, unfazed by the implication that he'd be sidewalk graffiti in a matter of seconds. "I wasn't really interested; I just like watching you squirm." And he meant that. Picking up a script, he looked it over. "Do this one."
Tsume took it when it was leaned over to him. "Nudity, sex; pass."
"Shy?"
"Hardly. I've done nudes." Replied the actor smoothly. His former career had him doing all sorts of things, for that perfect photo of a brand being advertised. "I'm just bored with romance."
"Maybe it's not bored with you." He blew out a cloud of smoke. "This one says: Pilot. You gonna go primetime now?"
"I have no loyalty only to film. A lot of actors go small screen."
"I don't blame 'em, more frequent paychecks. I need you to keep up my lifestyle preference for me." He kicked up his heels resting them on the ottoman.
"That reminds me; where are you staying?" He looked away from the script to address this serious question.
"Kinda thought I'd bunk with you."
"Mental institutions are getting too lax, that type of thinking isn't sane." He downed his iced tea, then added. "Stay with Jet."
"Why? You want your little lover boy to come and go without having to explain the man in your house?"
"Not exactly. There is no room for you here; not once Toboe moves in."
"No kidding?" He nods. "Better ask him soon, with the way you ended that call he's probably thinking all kinds of naughty assumptions about is."
"He's not that immature."
At the Wolf home.
Kiba and Hige are fully immersed in the film. Nothing like tacos and a good action movie; the only contrast to the pleased cheers and joyous "hoo!" Is the moping younger Wolf sitting frozen beside the duo. When the movie reached a slow moment, Hige nudged his boyfriend in the side then gave a nod towards Toboe.
Kiba shook his head to the silent question. He has no clue what's up.
Hige, who's closer to the statue, leaned over and took a bite out of the taco that's frozen in mid-trail towards the awaiting mouth. Chewing, he spoke around the bite of food. "Yeah, he's gone." He wiped his thumb against the corners of his mouth.
The movie was put on pause. "Toboe, what's wrong?"
Nothing.
"Toboe?" He tried again.
"Can I at least eat your tacos?" Hige wondered, eyeing the ignored plate of deliciousness. Taking the silence as permission, he latched onto the plate, but there was resistance.
"Huh?" Toboe blinked. "Get off my plate." He set it aside on the side table, the bitten taco was set down onto his plate with the others. "Were you saying something?"
"Toboe, you were spacing out. Are you all right?"
"Sort of..."
"Spill it; you're bringing down the room?" Declared the new boarder.
"It's just that, when I called Tsume earlier there was someone else there. ...A guy."
"So." Hige shrugged his shoulder.
"So... So what if.. y'know, he's" he whispered the next word. "Cheating."
Hige looked at Kiba with an amused expression; Kiba mimicked the look then they busted out laughing. Toboe wasn't amused. He muttered that they could jump in a lake, then left the couch with plate to heat the food in the microwave. When he returned, he sat on the couch, and heaved a sigh.
"So.. Are we done picking on me, or can we really talk about this?"
Kiba set down his soda intent on addressing his brother sincerely. "The man is obsessed with you. Do you really think he'd cheat on you?"
"Yes!"
Hige bit back another laugh.
"And you quit laughing at me," he whacked Hige with the back of his hand. "Tsume is surrounded by good-looking movie stars and models all the time; he's gorgeous, it only makes sense that someone would hit on him. He'd eventually give-in because who'd wait around for a brat to grow up?" He pouted.
"Umm, the guy is forty, and he still showed up for you." Hige quipped. "If that's not love, I don't know what is."
Toboe squinted angrily at the new boarder. "He's twenty-nine."
"Compared to you, forty."
Choosing to ignore him, he looked at his brother. "Kiba? He wouldn't cheat, right?"
"Right." He assured his little brother's worries. "You said it yourself, while we were loading the truck; Tsume was going over scripts. It could have been his agent or another actor rehearsing with him."
Toboe suddenly felt dopey. It made perfect sense - - both of their comments. Tsume did wait for him. If he stopped caring, he wouldn't have shown up at the party. He wouldn't have made love in combination of flat-out "fucking" him, if he was releasing his essence with just anyone.
Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's movie night! Let's get back to watching it."
Kiba and Hige glared at him in mock fed-up. Youth. The movie resumed; this time with all three viewers paying attention.
At Tsume's loft. He picked a script to audition for, and is currently going over the dialogue in his head. He's decided to try out for two characters. One the lead and the other a co-star; he felt he'd match that personality type better. But, the lead was always best, and he could expand his knack rather than become type casts.
Spike passed out on the sofa. He's apparently too shit-faced to head off to a hotel, despite Tsume saying he would take him; check-in included. But, no, god-forbid the man do what's asked of him rather than the opposite. He probably just wants to spy on him with Toboe when, or even if, he comes back over tonight. Pervert.
Tsume checked his watch, then left the couch to heat up something for a very late dinner. He found some leftover sides from a previous dinner: dashi broth, seaweed, an unopened packet of salmon which he'd planned to use for Locks and Bagel for breakfast, but que sera. A quick bowl of Ochazuke was more appealing right now.
He heated the rice and broth in the microwave, added the salmon and seaweed afterwards. Done. He wandered up to his bedroom and ate while reading. He wondered something, as he removed the last mouthful of his dinner.
'How am I gonna ask Toboe to move in with me?' His golden gaze stared blankly outward but the inner workings were going a mile a minute.
There were only two possible outcomes. He'd say "yes" or "no". He prayed for the yes. He's fantasized about living with Toboe during their too long separation. What they'd be like living as an official couple. He would not lie, it was delightful. He'd cook. Toboe would clean afterwards, he'd help him. They would shop together, laugh at funny things together, he'd be the first person Toboe would tell anything and everything too, rather than Toboe's brother or Hige.
They'd be within verbal calling range of each other all the time instead of through devices. Tsume clenched his jaw; and his eyes fluttered shut feeling his desire awaken. The thought of Toboe being within arms reach every day was not a perk gone downplayed.
'That little seductor walking around naked.' Toboe knew what he was doing. If he wanted another round tonight - - guest-be-damned - - he'd give it to him. Right there on the loveseat.
The actor's breathing deepened; his hand palmed his need around and around through his boxers. He had yet to remove his clothing for bed, so he merely unzipped to handle his business. He kept his moans light, enjoying the restraint of having to do so. Smooth long tugs, to tight fast jerks; all the while watching an imagery of Toboe doing the same while lying on the bed. Soon to be their bed. Tsume threw his head back at the prospect, jerking more vigorously until he released.
Righting his clothes; he got up and changed into his night clothes; a pair of loose pants and a comfortable shirt. He'd wash up in the morning. He then recalled his lecherous guest; he headed downstairs to the bathroom to shower and brush. The last thing he needs is playful advances, should Spike catch his scent on him.
He spat toothpaste foam into the sink then rinsed his mouth. Done. Tsume strolled back to his bedroom, climbed into bed; he picked up his phone then dialed Toboe's number.
At the Wolf house. Toboe was shadowing his brother as he readied for bed. It did not go unnoticed.
"Is something still bothering you?" He asked, though he knows what it is. Or can at least ball-park it.
"I know, I know... I have nothing to worry about... But.." He sighed.
"Just go over there, if you're so concerned. You'll see, everything is fine." He brushed his hair, until spotting the judging look on his brother's face. "What?"
"You're going to bed; I think that's one to-do you should drop from your nightly routine; you might upset the stylist." He chuckled. 89% of the world sees that particular hairdresser; and said dresser knows only one style. The pillowcase tumbled bedhead. Classic.
Kiba smiled. "You're right, force of habit." He set down the brush then exited the bathroom. Both he and Toboe had to side-step Hige, who barreled in during their departure.
"You do know there's an en-suite?" He reminded both his brother and Hige, seeing as they are now using the master bedroom.
Kiba shrugged his hands out. "Force of habit."
"Right."
The brother's walked to the main suite, but Toboe paused at the door. It wasn't that he was afraid to go in, he's been in and out of the room for months. He just doesn't want to bother with the travel. "So, do you really think I should go over there?"
"Go ahead." He fluffed out the blanket once it was yanked free from the almost hotel-tightness.
Toboe blew out a breath. Torn. Stay and look like an unfettered hero or go. And show how untrusting he is. "Humor me; pretend you're Tsume." He rolled his eyes when his brother verbally and physically cringed. "If you had company, and I came over... How would you feel?"
Hige answered. "Like I should kick my company out. Kinda like right now," he gave Toboe a light shove. "Call him. Good night." He closed the door.
Throwing up his hands, he called through the door. "Good night to you!" His eyes scrunched from how lame that retort was.
As it happened, on his way to his room he heard his phone ringing. He hurried inside before it went to voicemail. "Hello?" He answered a little too eagerly.
"Hey. Did I wake you?"
"No. But you can anytime you want to." He smiled hearing a breath expel from Tsume smiling or having a brief laugh. It made him think of the other breathless reasons. They sat in a comfortable silence, just listening to one another breathing softly down the line. "I'm just gonna ask, I don't care how I look... Tsume,"
Tsume cut him off. "He's an old friend, Spike Spiegel; I met him through Jet Black." He added. "They used to date."
"Oh." He was again cut-off before asking another question.
"He's visiting the city for whatever excuse he needs; we saw each other while I was out and he invited himself over."
"Oh."
Tsume continued replying to the string of unasked questions. "I've never been attracted to him, and as far as I know the feeling is mutual. He's bisexual. But never made an advance."
"And if he did?"
Tsume laughed softly. "I'd sooner bed Faye than Spike, and she's practically my sister. I'm so loath to him sexual, he's got me committing incest on a technicality."
Toboe laughed. He knows Faye Valentine quite well. And understands exactly who she is to Tsume and how much they mean to each other. She took him in when his parents emotionally abused him. He had a home with the singer. And has never seen her as anything but a dear sibling. Although, sometimes he teases that she's his better mom.
"Can I come over?"
"You don't have to ask."
Blushing, he nodded. "Ok." They became quiet again. "Umm, I'm not actually gonna go over there."
Tsume replied. "I know."
Toboe was glad to hear that; and happy to know that Tsume doesn't mind him making an idiot of himself. "Umm, I'm gonna get to bed. I have stuff to do tomorrow."
"Ok. Good night."
"Night."
"Toboe," he said before he hung up. "I love you."
Toboe was beet red. All the dirty things they've done in the bedroom. But those feelings make him incredibly shy. Tsume has told him in languages how he feels about him. It melts him each time. He's in the sea, mixed with all the other liquidizing feelings. "I love you too, Tsume."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
There was no question, a simple statement but it held the power of the Gods. They talked quietly despite having said they intended to hang up.
It was the perfect time for Tsume to ask, but he kept his mouth shut about living together. He wanted a better mood. He just remained speaking to Toboe until neither of them made a sound.
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