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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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"Ya know," Toboe pulled his hands from his pockets. "What works in winter and fall, doesn't work so well in the summer." He blew on his dried out hands. The heat in his pockets was unexpected. He wanted to look casual while waiting leaned against the sleek black vehicle; but once his hands were tucked away in fabric, it felt like he was using cheap ovenmits against 400 degrees.
Tsume looked at his own hands. They're fine. "You should wear lotion."
Toboe gave his boyfriend a knowing disgruntled glance. He popped open the car door, then leaned in. Fishing through the glove box he pulled out a small tube. "Need some? It seems safe to put on your lips." He mocked in retaliation of his mock.
"Funny." He wrapped his arms around Toboe's back, and he started to kiss his neck. "Maybe I'll get lucky and slice your neck, so I can siphon sustenance from you."
Laughing as he spoke, Toboe howled. "Stop! That tickles! I was.." Cut off by his own laughter when the kisses trailed across the back of his neck, he began again. "I was kidding! You have the most supple lips around."
"Say it louder," Tsume whispered into the neck flesh.
"How do kisses trickle when you're not in the mood?" He wondered out loud over the situation. It was truly a mystery. He's been kissed on the neck countless times and has never laughed. But right now, he was losing his breath.
"I give! I give! You win." He heaved a relieved sigh once he was released. "Sheesh!" He straightened his rumpled clothing. With a sly smile, he leaned back into the car. "Pretty sure I saw a chapstick in here.."
Tsume laughed at the sudden yelp from his boyfriend when he 'Goosed' him. "Here's Jeshi." He pointed out when seeing the personal vehicle of his driver.
Toboe opened the back door then removed two bags. "Thanks for helping us." He said to efficient the driver. "Were you preoccupied?"
Jeshi scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. He was only helping out his aunt; she's currently moving boxes into her new home. "Nothing I can't return to. Just drop these off inside?"
"Put the meat in the fridge, but, yes, that's all." Tsume replied.
"Aaaand?" Toboe made a gesture that told his boyfriend he was expected to say something.
"Make sure you lock the door."
"Tsume..."
"Thank you, Jesh', I'll put a bonus in your next paycheck."
Jeshi looked confused over the game of tennis, but nodded and walked the groceries to his car.
"See. He doesn't care about those things." Tsume informed.
"Naah, you probably made his whole day." Looking around the area, he noticed the dancing fountain. That was the perfect place to go. He closed the car doors, then nudged Tsume to lock the doors. "Let's get back to flaunting."
Walking closely together, touching without touching, they enter the public park.
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Kiba didn't think tasting food was possible when one angry-eats. His egg salad tasted like air, the usually rich rye bread was simply a dense texture to chew through. His mixed berry vitamin water was no more flavored than tap water. He's pretty sure the mini cake will be wasted, so he stuck it back into his lunch pouch for later. Why ruin it now if his mood could change - if. He turned his head when the door opened.
Charlene Song, one of the cashiers walked in; and, having taken one look at the brood seated at the table, looked as though she wished she'd stayed in the office to eat. But, too late, he saw her. Damn. She took a seat; put on a smile; and prayed like hell one of the others would join them soon. The powers-that-be must have AT&T because the door popped open, and in walked Dara Gaye. One ear occupied by a wireless ear-bud, the other free to listen to all.
Dara took one look between the two and waved her hand, palm down, in a circle. "I'm sensing dread. What's up?" She sat directly beside the storm, but politely looked between them, as if to spare Kiba Wolf the forward, yet passive aggressive, calling out.
"Nothing. Just a leg cramp." Lied the cashier.
"And you?" She turned to Kiba.
Kiba sucked in a breath. "It's stupid."
"Nothing "stupid" creates this vibe. Stupid... Stupid makes you feel like laughing when you shouldn't. No, this is something else." She popped the top off of her cold soup, then got up to use the microwave.
"My brother was on the news.. Don't you watch it?"
"Only when I need motivation to stop being an ass - - Been feeling too good lately, so no. I haven't seen it." She peeked into the microwave at the spinning item.
"He's..." He caught himself from saying for how long Toboe and Tsume have been together. "Started seeing that actor, Tsume Keina. I don't know why, or how they'd even met. I just.. I don't like it."
"Tsume?" She retrieved her food. "Ooh! That handsome guy in all the movies?" She scrunched up pierced nose. "Shoot. He's gay?" She shook her head. "There go my late-night fantasies."
Charlene blushed. "Dara, please."
"What?" She looked from Kiba back to the cashier. "He's not uncomfortable; he's gay, too."
"Why is that a problem?" Invested now, Charlene had to know.
"Because of the age gap; because maybe Tsume is just using him? I don't know." He took the remaining bite of sandwich. "What if it makes my little brother look bad?"
"To whom? Tsume Keina is the one dating a minor. Although, your brother is.. nineteen, now?"
"Age isn't important, it's the principal of the thing."
"How so?"
"Celebrities should date celebrities. Common people always get hurt."
And this, Kiba believed, was true. How many times has he heard about girlfriends receiving hate mail, or rude behavior from sycophants who can't accept that their shining star didn't select them? He just hoped that whatever the two of them are doing, it doesn't put his brother in a bad situation.
At Glacier Park. Toboe and Tsume are seated on a bench near the dancing water fountain. Music is playing from a speaker hidden somewhere; and on the concrete surface there are holes which shoot water up from it that bounces along with the tune. It isn't as grand as Vegas, but it's fun to watch squirts pop up like prairie dogs. Lots of people are beating the heat by playing around in the aquatic uprisings.
"Wanna go over?" It was a shot in the dark, but maybe Tsume would like to. One never knows.
"I think I'd rather try cannibalism."
"Oh, nice." Standing, he looked over his shoulder at his lazy love. "I'm gonna go cool off; you can roast, if you want."
"I want." He watched Toboe head off.
It didn't take the sociable teen long to strike up a conversation with a group of others; and they laughed and dashed about the aquatic show. It seemed like they were playing tag, with the water being permanently 'it'. They were counting, which had the observer surmise that whomever had the lowest number was the winner. It was so juvenile for their age. It did seem fun, though.
Tsume was forever enamered with how Toboe can be so incredibly adorable but sexy at the same time. The guy was a master at duality. His cute side was truly fuckable. And as his love is currently learning choreography with his new acquaintances, he felt he'd soon have to excuse himself to the nearest restroom. The wet hair; the fluid movement of Toboe's new size - - though, he's not much taller than he once was, 5'8" is still something compared to 5'4".
'Down boy.' As a professional Toboe Wolf watcher, one would think he was used to him by now. But Tsume's love was tireless for Toboe. 'He really is trying to ruin my career. I'll be fined for public lewdness.' Was his deduction after seeing Toboe yank his wet hair from his face, leaving it slicked out of the way. And he followed it with a quick flick under his nose to wick away accumulated water. 'Pup's pretty wet; did he forget we were supposed to get lunch?' He furrowed his brow in wonder to that.
"That was.." Toboe was saying as he was coming back over to his amused boyfriend, after a brief dance session; but he was cut off by someone rushing up to him.
"You were amazing, Toboe!" He declared.
"Huh? Oh, aheh, yeah, it was surprising to me, too."
"You're a pretty good dancer; you know those guys are often out here performing for people." The stranger was saying. "You should join them, they'd probably make more with a sixth member."
Tsume glowered at the exchange.
"Sixth? But there were only four guys." Just when he was about to tell the guy to sue his school, the imposing teen grinned.
"You're looking at the fifth."
"Really?! Cool. Small world."
Tsume was about to get up, but he remained seated when Toboe nodded at him. "Gasper, this is Tsume Keina. Tsume, Gasper.. eh.. I forgot your last name, sorry."
"I don't believe we made the exchange." He replied. To Tsume he introduced himself properly. "Gasper Lee. Nice to meet you."
He ignored the held out hand. "Keina." He felt no need to say his name, as Toboe already had.
Gasper made a face; to his acquaintance, he asked. "What's his deal?"
Toboe shrugged. Tsume seemed as usual to him. He supposed a stranger would get an aura of attitude permeating from the actor. Tsume could look intimidating, if you don't know him.
"So, what are you doing, besides rocking the dance skills?"
Toboe chuckled, as he felt embarrassed because he really didn't do so well. "Uh, we were just hanging out today."
"We? You and this guy?"
"Yes, "we", me and my boyfriend."
Gasper looked around, confusion on his face. "Boyfriend? Did he leave you high and dry?"
"Follow the finger." He said as he pointed at afore-mentioned boyfriend.
"No way!" The imposer bellowed. He looked back and forth between the couple, trying to make sense of it.
Tsume was done with the rude pirate; standing, he says to Toboe. "We're leaving."
"Yeah. Later, Gas'," he started away then stopped. "Oh, right, hold on." He pulled his phone from the kangaroo pocket on his shirt. "Can you gimme your number?"
Surprised by the asking, he took out his phone. "Sure."
Once the number was obtained, Toboe bid the guy so long once again then rushed to catch up with Tsume.
"Leara's potential boyfriend," Toboe said offhandedly. "She's gonna flip when I giver his number."
"Are you sure he wants her to have it?" Huffed Tsume. He doesn't like the girl's infatuation. So a mere acquaintance would surely spell disaster not success.
"She only has to drop her nervousness and she'll be fine." He looked down at himself. "Ahaha.. I guess I'm a little wet." He squeezed his shirt, releasing half a cup of water onto the street by the car. "Maybe we should walk around the park a bit, help dry me out."
"Alright."
Casting his boyfriend a suspicious eye, he accused. "That's why you didn't go in; you knew we'd get soaked when we're supposed to go to lunch."
"The thought had crossed my mind."
"Hmph. I should make you walk to the restaurant, I'll take the car." He hit him on the gut with the back of his hand. "You like jogging so much."
"With what I've seen of your driving, I'd still beat you there." He snickered when the teen began throwing air-punches at him. "Come on, I'll race you."
"Ok. Marks?"
"Here to the back exit."
"Ready, set, go!" He bolted.
And Tsume gave him the small lead.
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"Okay.." Toboe pants. "I'm seventy-one with a bad knee." He slumped against Tsume; who was seated comfortably on a bench near the finish line.
Tsume smiled fondly; his left hand reached up and he caressed his boyfriend's flush cheek. "How's the drying coming along?"
"I'm a desert." He touched his chest. His buttocks still feel a bit damp, but he's dry for transport without leaving traces.
Two girls walked by, nearly having a small seizure when seeing the couple in-person. They were all over the news; usually the reality of the world was background noise in most homes, but when it involves celebrities one tends to listen. Who would have thought it was real?! The little peepshow made their afternoon, as they giggled and glanced over their shoulders until the couple were out of view.
Toboe, who ignored it as it was going on, spoke when the girls were out of earshot. "So, this lasts for how long again?" It was kind of tiresome to think that he'd have a press conference about mundane things he's done or plans to do with his boyfriend. It was fun and even funny at first. But he'd like to have some moments be left private, and not just because they're in the studio home.
"It's only been a day, but you're already playing the Zoo Animal card?"
"What can I say.. I tire of things quickly - - it's a Gen-thing."
"No, saying: "it's a Gen-thing" is a Gen-thing." He bounced his shoulder to dislodge the leaning tower of Toboe, then stood. "What do you wanna eat?"
"Umm; are you ok with burgers?" On his feet; he gave his butt a pat-check. Dry. The heat off the wrought iron bench must have finished the job.
"Depends on where." Gesturing, he said. "Get on, I'll carry you."
"Really? Suweet." He hopped up onto his back. "Thanks, sonny," he said in an elderly tone. "Let's go to Hungry Heaven,"
They went back to the other end of the park to take the car to get lunch. Leaving in their departure scattered murmurs, and pointing; some fanning themselves; disapproving people crossed themselves. But one, who'd been watching the 'For now' couple balled their hands then took leave, as well.
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Lunch was more peaceful for the gallivating couple; Freeze City's diners were more interested in getting their food than the movie star and his "Boy-Toy" at the next table. It helped that the restaurant staff placed them in back away from immediate view, and the eatery is usually dim due to tinted windows and placement on the street.
Hungry Heaven Meguro was swimming with diners going in and out, full and happy from the filling burgers and sides. Toboe never understood how anyone could come to a burger joint then get salad over fries. The burgers are for a large-mouth giant, what on earth are trying to correct with a salad? The damage is done.
He glanced around to see if anyone was looking, and finding the moment at a clear, he leaned left then kissed Tsume's cheek.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"Because I like you." He shrugged.
Tsume figured he should return the favor, so he leaned right and kissed Toboe, though closer to his lips at the side of his mouth.
Toboe grinned. "And I thought your liking avocados was bold." He felt a queasy knot each time his love took a bite. He was glad he opted for cheek instead of a full-on kiss. Hige was the only sensible one in the group; he doesn't like that slime either. But the traitor does eat it stirred together with queso and salsa. Maybe that was the trick. Hiding it well.
"Can I check this?" He asked Tsume; he doesn't yet know the lover's etiquette of dining and phone.
Tsume, cool as always, simply answered by lifting up his phone from the table to check his own messages.
Toboe looked over his messages. Typed out a few replies. He texted Leara that he had a surprise for her, but he'd tell her later; but that she don't bother him, he's currently on a date. "I got more letters from colleges. All accepting me."
"Really? That's great. I didn't know you were so academic."
"I'm not. And I don't actually know what the letters say, I just tell myself it's good news, so I don't burn them in a trash fire on sight."
Tsume chuckled. "Tell Kiba to open them."
"Naah. It's worse when he does. He always looks upset on my behalf then tries to distract me. I'm not five, I can take it." However, he teased himself by expression sad, swelled eyes ready to bring on the waterworks. "Any good news for you?"
"There's an upcoming series I'd be perfect for, reports my agent." Tsume liked the title at least. 'Modern June'. From his glance it was about two straight guys who meet at a party then find interest in each other that leads to attraction. "He told me to beef-up."
Tsume laughed so earnestly that Toboe laughed as well, causing curious dinners to wonder what the racket was for. Identified, the staring, peeping, and murmurs began. The amused pair calmed their chortling, and bowed an apology for the sudden noise; though, they still snickered quietly over the idea of Tsume looking like Dwayne Johnson or one of the delivery guys from that Buff Men food service.
Across the street; watching, waiting to flow with the foot traffic; a peeping person didn't find all the light touches, assisted mouth wiping, and laughter so great. In fact, it was ruining their day...
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