Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Shopping Trip ❯ Anticipation ( Chapter 1 )

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Shopping trip

 

Chapter 1 - Anticipation with angels and devils

 

Psychological and sweet with just the slightest hint of lemon to come

 

Dee had been wanting to come to this little shop for weeks, no months. Damn it all - it had been a year and a half since he first espied the cleverly disguised little store and had wanted to go in right then. But he had been under enough torture at the time.

 

“No more, no more, no more,” his mind sang yet again, like it had been for the last seven weeks, “I got what I wanted.” The burly man would have died if the next words he heard had been spoken by any other being on this earth.

 

“My goodness! (Who really said that anyway?) Dee, you are blushing!”

 

Dee turned towards that oh-so-innocent voice. There it was, what he wanted. A man in his late twenties, like himself; beautiful, like himself; smart, athletic, and cheerful, like himself, was walking towards him.

 

Like him and yet so different. Crisp, obedient chestnut locks compared to Dee's unruly midnight black ones. Really only a mere inch or two shorter, this other man looked smaller, demure and unassuming. From his posture, you just knew that he habitually gave up his seat in the subway to old ladies or young mothers; that he would unconsciously assist soon-to-be-mothers onto the hard plastic benches he vacated for them.

 

So very kind, his Ryo.

 

And this kind soul was the one who had tortured Dee for so many, many long months.

 

“No more, no more, no more,” sang his head again, “I got what I want!” Dee's grin widened.

 

“What's that grin for?” Ryo asked. Ryo's face, as always, was a direct barometer to his emotions. Right now it read 50% exhilaration but with a strong chance of apprehension.

 

“50/50,” Dee thought to himself, “I could live with that.” “Hey, Ryo,” Dee said out loud, “say it again.”

 

The apprehension factor went down a step or two. It was Ryo's turn to blush, just a little, just under the eyes. Dee asked him to do this a lot, these days, and it was getting more frequent instead of less. As Ryo's first shyness wore away, he had a little tinge of worry that Dee's incessant demand for this one thing would become annoying. But it hadn't. It had gotten sweeter. Still a couple of feet away, his hands still in the pockets of his coat, head tilted just a fraction to one side, Ryo said in his normal speaking voice, “I love you, Dee.”

 

Dee's eyes got a little softer, though there was still a distinctive mischievous glint to them. “Come here,” Dee said. Dee lifted his arm out to the side and Ryo walked right up to Dee, settled his shoulders into the waiting embrace, pressed his side into Dee's while turning ever so slightly towards his lover. All like it was the most natural thing in the world.

 

God what a difference a few short weeks could make. Not even two months had passed since they had first really made love; just two and a half from their first, fumbling attempt at sex together. And now Ryo didn't hesitate to walk into an embrace with him in a busy street.

 

In a way, Dee wanted to forget that first attempt; he really didn't want to think of it as their first time. He considered himself a rather adroit lover and was embarrassed that for Ryo's first experience he had been more than a little off of his game.

 

“It was all Ryo's fault it sucked,” the self defensive little demon in his head spoke up. “Who would of thunk that night, of all nights, after you already had two or three beers in ya, trying to forget him for the night so you could actually get some sleep, there he was. He falls into your bed, into your arms and suddenly everything you've been begging to do for years is OK? Get real, by that point we were thinking maybe you should begin looking around again!”

 

“No we weren't!” said Dee's better angel authoritatively. Ah, his better angel. For most of his life, he would have denied that he had one but of course he did. “That night was special and it can NOT be forgotten. For his sake. Was it the best sex ever, no. But that's fine, that wasn't the point, that isn't the point. He said yes-first to himself and then to us. That courage needs to be celebrated and adored. Though I am not sure if this is the way to do that…”

 

“YES IT IS!” All the bits of Dee, demons and angels, singers and horn-dogs swirled and meshed into the complete id that was Dee. “After all,” said that id, “a. this is my party, too, and b. what better way to celebrate a victory of courage then yet another challenge”.

 

“Dee?” Ryo's voice cut through all the storming in Dee's head. “You know I get a little worried when you think too much.” It was said lightly and easily but it wasn't entirely a joke.

 

“Ryo,” Dee asked, leaning his lips deliciously close to his lover's ear, “do you trust me?”

 

“Dee,” just a little more of the apprehension was showing itself in Ryo's voice now, just a little more tension became apparent in the shoulders under Dee's arm, “never in the history of the world have the words `Do you trust me?' actually engendered trust in the listener.”

 

Dee chuckled, pulling Ryo even closer to him and relishing the bit of resistance he had added to the equation just as much as he relished Ryo's ease a moment before. “Yep, I knew it would make you nervous.” This was a game after all. And to the bottom of his feet Dee knew now that Ryo trusted him. And Ryo knew that Dee knew.

 

In Ryo's stomach, his newly found libido began to stoke in anticipation of whatever this game might be. “Well you got me here, now what?” Ryo asked. Damn - but he still couldn't control that raspyness that crept into his voice whenever he started to get turned on.

 

But that edge in Ryo's voice had an equal effect on the taller detective, making him catch his breath. Dee's insides turned to mush, yet again. He almost relented and changed his plan. He almost told Ryo he had invited him here to take a romantic walk. Here in the deepest center of Greenwich Village, the gay-est heart of the gay-est neighborhood in all Manhattan, even two male NYPD detectives could walk arm in arm safe from any unwanted notice. Here they were the norm and could even go sit on a park bench holding hands and talking about nothing as they twined and tangled their fingers together just as easily as the straight couples did in Central Park.

 

Then, as Dee turned his head to look at his lover tucked up next to him, the corner of his eye caught the gaudy window display of the shop he had been longing to go into for so, so long. His resolve was cemented. Instead of the soft open face he was going to show Ryo a split second ago, it was the glinted eyes and secretive grin that he had flashed at Ryo rather often recently as he had worked to hatch this plan.

 

“We're going shopping.” Dee said. He started to steer Ryo, seemingly casually towards his ultimate destination.

 

“Oh,” said Ryo, almost disappointed. Shopping in the village, where was the game in that. Take this shop they were walking up to now. It had a truly beautiful window display. Rich scarves and tapestries, all of different hues and yet working together, covered the back partition and the little stands and risers. And scattered throughout the window were similarly sized boxes, decorated in metallic paints in a color family just a couple of tones lighter then the cloths. The only strange thing was that each box, instead of its opening facing out into the street where the public could admire their contents, faced up instead. And though you could tell there was something inside of each box, not enough of anything showed above the lips for you to guess what it was from the middle of the sidewalk.

 

But there was nothing here to cause that smirk on Dee's face or the one that Dee had worn when he invited Ryo to this rendezvous. And yet this was the shop Dee was now definitely pointing them to.

 

“What are we shopping for?” Ryo decided to ask, sure that Dee wouldn't give him a real answer.

 

“We're going to shop for our anniversary.” Dee answered.

 

This sudden openness was not the way Dee usually played a game. Usually he was more like a little kid; so excited that he would tell anyone and everyone that he had a secret while at the same time enjoying the power that his secret had over people too much to let any little bit of information leak out. Having got one answer, Ryo tried for another, “Which anniversary?”

 

“Two weeks from yesterday,” Dee started in an unexpectedly serious voice, “it will be exactly three months from the night you finally said `yes'.” There was the marvelously deep resonance of pride in Dee's voice. “It's the anniversary of you saying yes to yourself, to me, and to us.”

 

What a beautiful gesture this was! Ryo had known for a long time that all Dee's roughness was just a vain attempt to hide a truly beautiful soul. Now Ryo was dying to see what was in those boxes in the window of the store Dee had obviously chosen very carefully for this mission. This beautiful little store would be where they would both pick out special remembrances for each other. But being the tease that he was, Dee was keeping himself between Ryo and the display.

 

Ryo was thinking how really very cute Dee was, with this whole secretive shopping trip. Then the two of them finally reached the door of the shop. Dee suddenly stepped back, practically forcing Ryo to see the truth of the window display all in one overwhelming blow.

 

“DEE!” Ryo squealed and then his mouth stayed open like that as his feet seemed to become one with the concrete below.

 

In each gorgeous box sitting in those luscious swaths of fabric was a different sex toy.

 

_____End Chapter 1_____

To be deliciously continued