Tokyo Boys
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Drama › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Drama › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
13,763
Reviews:
198
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 47
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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 47
Yuuto opened his eyes. The room was dark and Daisuke wasn’t in bed with him. He suddenly remembered he wasn’t dreaming. Within two months since he arrived back in Tokyo, he moved in with Daisuke and though he had his own bedroom, he was now in Daisuke’s bed. He felt his face flushing again as the memories of the lovemaking surfaced.
He wondered where Daisuke was, and then if he could look at him again after going all the way. Was it going to be awkward between them again? All kinds of thoughts twirled in Yuuto’s head like a small but powerful whirlwind.
He got up and looked for something to wear. His underwear was wet, so he quickly jumped off the bed and peeped outside the door. There was no sign of Daisuke, so, while still covering his groin, he quickly ran to the living room to pick up his sweatshirt and pants and dressed up. He noticed a light in the entrance coming out from the space above the floor and opened the door.
It was still dark outside. Only the lamp in the hallway was switched on. Daisuke was leaning on the concrete railing, smoking. He turned his head when he heard the door.
“Did I wake you?” he asked when Yuuto walked over to his side.
“No…” Yuuto shook his head and looked down. “What time is it?”
“Around 3am… almost four.”
Yuuto shivered in the chilly wind and before he could make a complaint, Daisuke scooped him into his arms. Yuuto smiled and cuddled against Daisuke’s warm chest. Even the smell of the cigarette didn’t bother him that moment.
“Let’s go back to sleep…” Daisuke whispered after a few moments and put out his cigarette.
“Okay…”
Daisuke took Yuuto’s hand and led him into the apartment and into his bedroom again. They cuddled close until they’ve finally drifted to sleep.
~*~
They woke up a few hours later, when the sun peeked through the bedroom’s window’s eastern exposure. Daisuke groaned and rubbed his eyes before stretching.
“Ahh, I’m all stinky from your cigarette…” Yuuto muttered first thing, sniffing the sweatshirt. “I’m going to take a shower…”
“We can take as many showers as you want…” Daisuke grinned and tousled Yuuto’s hair playfully.
Yuuto blushed. Things seemed to be normal, but he was still bothered, wondering – what was going to happen between them now. Daisuke never once said anything about how he felt, was it really okay to assume from his touch?
As for Daisuke - his mind was still reeling with thoughts about their first lovemaking. He had never thought it was possible to feel that way during sex. Even with Moriyama-sensei, it was raw passion and excitement, possibly because it was forbidden.
He wished he could’ve lasted longer, just so he could enjoy the comfort of Yuuto’s body longer. There was just something so different about Yuu-chan, something warm, that made Daisuke want to possess that boy, to protect and to own him and to hold him close. He thought it might have been similar to what he felt when he first raised his eyes to the large tree and saw the small boy sitting on the branch looking like a lost kitten.
“Daisuke?” Yuuto’s smiling face was right in his face when he lowered his eyes, and he felt his breath hitching.
“Ah…” he mumbled dumbly, almost embarrassed to be caught daydreaming.
Yuuto moved to his knees and looked at Daisuke carefully. He wanted to tell Daisuke how he felt once and for all. What better moment was there, than the morning after?
He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He remembered shouting it at Daisuke’s stunned face, one moment when his emotions were running high. But now it was different. Now it felt like he didn’t need to say anything.
He wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but Daisuke just chuckled and rested his hand on Yuuto’s head. “You don’t have to say anything, Yuu-chan. You know I do too.”
“You sure know how to ruin a perfectly romantic moment.” Yuuto made a face in response.
“I’ll tell you what,” Daisuke said with a grin. “Let’s take a romantic shower together, and then I’ll make you a romantic breakfast. Hmm?”
“Sounds fairly romantic.” Yuuto nodded.
~*~
Daisuke rested on the sofa, one arm supporting his head. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt and shorts. A cigarette was stuffed in his mouth, which he casually sucked on, but it wasn’t lit. Yuuto would have killed him for smoking indoors.
There was still some time before Yuuto returned home from work and Daisuke felt bored. He had already finished his acting class and had no new work since his first modeling stint. He decided to finish some of his homework and got up to bring it over.
His eyes landed on the silk Japanese painting Yuuto had brought with him from Tottori as a gift, which they ended up hanging in the living room. Yuuto’s talent and his way to perceive nature and make it so lively in his paintings, never ceased to amaze him. He could stare at the picture for hours.
His phone started ringing and distracted him. He looked at the caller ID, it was a call from his Hideki-san, his manager.
“The president loved your work,” the man said. “He wants to see you right away… I hope you have time, rookie, because you’re going up a few levels.”
~*~
“Yuuko-san told me you’ve sold a few paintings.” Shouji smiled brightly when he met Yuuto again in Yuuko’s art gallery.
They spent some time chatting idly and Shouji was delighted to see how well Yuuto was doing.
“Daisuke told me you had finally gotten together.” The teacher crossed his arms, still smiling.
Yuuto blushed, wondering just how much Daisuke had told their ex teacher.
“I’m so glad things are working out for you, Yuuto.” The older man continued and the boy nodded.
“I just feel like everything had fallen into place…” Yuuto told him. “I feel like I’m finally ready for something bigger.”
Shouji smiled again, reminded of their conversation when he bought Yuuto’s old oil painting.
“Like taking over Tokyo?” he asked, leaning with his elbow on the glass desk, and looked at Yuuto with a proud smile.
“Oh… those Tokyo Boys.” Yuuto let out a small laughter. “You know, one of them is really going to take it by storm…
—as for me, I’m happy I’ve finally climbed down from that hill!”
THE END
TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 47
Yuuto opened his eyes. The room was dark and Daisuke wasn’t in bed with him. He suddenly remembered he wasn’t dreaming. Within two months since he arrived back in Tokyo, he moved in with Daisuke and though he had his own bedroom, he was now in Daisuke’s bed. He felt his face flushing again as the memories of the lovemaking surfaced.
He wondered where Daisuke was, and then if he could look at him again after going all the way. Was it going to be awkward between them again? All kinds of thoughts twirled in Yuuto’s head like a small but powerful whirlwind.
He got up and looked for something to wear. His underwear was wet, so he quickly jumped off the bed and peeped outside the door. There was no sign of Daisuke, so, while still covering his groin, he quickly ran to the living room to pick up his sweatshirt and pants and dressed up. He noticed a light in the entrance coming out from the space above the floor and opened the door.
It was still dark outside. Only the lamp in the hallway was switched on. Daisuke was leaning on the concrete railing, smoking. He turned his head when he heard the door.
“Did I wake you?” he asked when Yuuto walked over to his side.
“No…” Yuuto shook his head and looked down. “What time is it?”
“Around 3am… almost four.”
Yuuto shivered in the chilly wind and before he could make a complaint, Daisuke scooped him into his arms. Yuuto smiled and cuddled against Daisuke’s warm chest. Even the smell of the cigarette didn’t bother him that moment.
“Let’s go back to sleep…” Daisuke whispered after a few moments and put out his cigarette.
“Okay…”
Daisuke took Yuuto’s hand and led him into the apartment and into his bedroom again. They cuddled close until they’ve finally drifted to sleep.
~*~
They woke up a few hours later, when the sun peeked through the bedroom’s window’s eastern exposure. Daisuke groaned and rubbed his eyes before stretching.
“Ahh, I’m all stinky from your cigarette…” Yuuto muttered first thing, sniffing the sweatshirt. “I’m going to take a shower…”
“We can take as many showers as you want…” Daisuke grinned and tousled Yuuto’s hair playfully.
Yuuto blushed. Things seemed to be normal, but he was still bothered, wondering – what was going to happen between them now. Daisuke never once said anything about how he felt, was it really okay to assume from his touch?
As for Daisuke - his mind was still reeling with thoughts about their first lovemaking. He had never thought it was possible to feel that way during sex. Even with Moriyama-sensei, it was raw passion and excitement, possibly because it was forbidden.
He wished he could’ve lasted longer, just so he could enjoy the comfort of Yuuto’s body longer. There was just something so different about Yuu-chan, something warm, that made Daisuke want to possess that boy, to protect and to own him and to hold him close. He thought it might have been similar to what he felt when he first raised his eyes to the large tree and saw the small boy sitting on the branch looking like a lost kitten.
“Daisuke?” Yuuto’s smiling face was right in his face when he lowered his eyes, and he felt his breath hitching.
“Ah…” he mumbled dumbly, almost embarrassed to be caught daydreaming.
Yuuto moved to his knees and looked at Daisuke carefully. He wanted to tell Daisuke how he felt once and for all. What better moment was there, than the morning after?
He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He remembered shouting it at Daisuke’s stunned face, one moment when his emotions were running high. But now it was different. Now it felt like he didn’t need to say anything.
He wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but Daisuke just chuckled and rested his hand on Yuuto’s head. “You don’t have to say anything, Yuu-chan. You know I do too.”
“You sure know how to ruin a perfectly romantic moment.” Yuuto made a face in response.
“I’ll tell you what,” Daisuke said with a grin. “Let’s take a romantic shower together, and then I’ll make you a romantic breakfast. Hmm?”
“Sounds fairly romantic.” Yuuto nodded.
~*~
Daisuke rested on the sofa, one arm supporting his head. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt and shorts. A cigarette was stuffed in his mouth, which he casually sucked on, but it wasn’t lit. Yuuto would have killed him for smoking indoors.
There was still some time before Yuuto returned home from work and Daisuke felt bored. He had already finished his acting class and had no new work since his first modeling stint. He decided to finish some of his homework and got up to bring it over.
His eyes landed on the silk Japanese painting Yuuto had brought with him from Tottori as a gift, which they ended up hanging in the living room. Yuuto’s talent and his way to perceive nature and make it so lively in his paintings, never ceased to amaze him. He could stare at the picture for hours.
His phone started ringing and distracted him. He looked at the caller ID, it was a call from his Hideki-san, his manager.
“The president loved your work,” the man said. “He wants to see you right away… I hope you have time, rookie, because you’re going up a few levels.”
~*~
“Yuuko-san told me you’ve sold a few paintings.” Shouji smiled brightly when he met Yuuto again in Yuuko’s art gallery.
They spent some time chatting idly and Shouji was delighted to see how well Yuuto was doing.
“Daisuke told me you had finally gotten together.” The teacher crossed his arms, still smiling.
Yuuto blushed, wondering just how much Daisuke had told their ex teacher.
“I’m so glad things are working out for you, Yuuto.” The older man continued and the boy nodded.
“I just feel like everything had fallen into place…” Yuuto told him. “I feel like I’m finally ready for something bigger.”
Shouji smiled again, reminded of their conversation when he bought Yuuto’s old oil painting.
“Like taking over Tokyo?” he asked, leaning with his elbow on the glass desk, and looked at Yuuto with a proud smile.
“Oh… those Tokyo Boys.” Yuuto let out a small laughter. “You know, one of them is really going to take it by storm…
—as for me, I’m happy I’ve finally climbed down from that hill!”
THE END