Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ Tumbled Schedules ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hige climbs into the trucks backseat buckling his seatbelt. Kiba wonders if it would look bad if he took the backseat as well.

'Wait, what am I doing? It was a dream its not as if the both of us had some isolated incident and now being around eachother is awkward- I can be awkward around the jackass because he's seeing my brother.' With a nod to confirm this Kiba climbs into the backseat and with a defiant glance he checks the rear view mirror to see how the model responds to that. Tsume didn't seem to even notice as he climbs into the front seat, adjust the mirrors then starts the car and away they went.

Watching from the window, Toboe backs away when the vehical is out of sight. 'Alone at last. Now I can search the house for those pictures.' Starting with the bench that he stood on with his knees, Toboe tries this one and that one until one pulls up. Nothing. 'Probably in his bedroom.' Dashing down the hall he skids into Tsume's bedroom choosing under the bed as his first location to search.

Box after box is pulled out and checked revealing nothing but very shiny shoes or pairs of boots, one of them has a pair of blue, white, and black sneakers.

Face twisting up at the sight of that, he thinks outloud. "You know what, I've never seen Tsume wear sneakers." Taking them from the box he checks the bottom seeing that they have indeed been worn at some point judging by the grass stains and bits of dirt in the treds. "If I ask about them he'll know I was spying." Placing the sneakers back into the box he returns it under the bed with the rest of them. "Hmmm?" Feeling around beneath the mattress he comes up short again.

The dresser revealed nothing spectacular- no wait. Feeling something hard against his finger tips, Toboe pulls out a bottle of lubricant that was burried beneath some pairs of designer jeans. Not sure why but the sight of this made him angry as he wondered why a man, who lives alone, would need such a thing. After all, he has a boyfriend- Him, so why own something that should be used on someone who isn't around?

'And look how much is used!' He noticed in horror. 'Half a bottle! He's used this so that half a bottle is gone? That bastard.' Dropping it atop the dresser he sits down hard on the bed with his arms crossed. 'I need to stop being stupid, Tsume can see whomever he wants- man or woman..... just so long as I never hear about it.' With a nod he stands then walks into the closet.

Clothes, boxes with more clothes. He was beginning to think that Tsume's books might be in his car since he has a job today and the clients might want to look them over. Moving two boxes out of his way he finds a black metal box with only a clasp to lock it off; figuring he's found pay dirt he takes the box into the room flipping it open.

"Alright." Pulling out two photo books he sets the box to the floor then opens the models portfolio.

..........

Leaning forward so that his arm can rest on the shoulder of the front seat, Hige asks just to clear something up. "And you mean to tell me they actually have a chocolate soup?"

"Mhm." The model replied in a bland tone.

Dropping back in his seat Hige looked as though he needed a doctor quick or he would surely die on the table. "How much longer do I have to wait?!" He cried out to no one in particular.

Kiba smiled at his boyfriend. Its a wonder Hige isn't over weight with the way he eats and snacks, not that he would mind at all what his boyfriend looks like he loves him regardless- infact moreso because of the meat on him. Unlike some people. His blue gaze glances at Tsume who suspiciously glanced back.

'Does he know?' Wonders Kiba. 'Can he see something that I'm doing to call attention to it?'

The car slowed around a corner and soon they are in a small parking lot. Hige didn't hesitate to exit the car calling out a thank you while speeding away. Kiba, on the other hand took his time as if he'd wanted to say something but decided against it closing the door harder than needed. Just as he was about to head into the building

Tsume called him back.

"What is it?" He walks back over to the car.

"Here." He hands him his credit card. "Just let them slide it through the machine."

Cocking a brow, Kiba asks. "And how much does this cost?"

"A hundred for the both of you."

"Oh."

"No one said happiness is cheap." Rolling the window up, he pulls away without another word.

Looking the card over, Kiba now walks into the building finding Hige waiting for him at the counter.

"What took you so long?" Asks the Moon teen watching curiously as Kiba hands over a credit card that isn't his own. "You sure that's wise, he'll know you took it."

"He's the one that gave it to me. It cost a hundred dollars for each of us."

"No kidding? Hey mister," He asks the man behind the counter. "it is all you can eat right?"

"Of course." The man offered a friendly smile to the boys.

Relief washed out of the male in a "Phew." and taking Kiba's wrist he leads him to the nearest table thankful that the place isn't crowded yet. "Let's get two plates and work our way left to right. Something smells too good that way." His nose raises into the air sniffing a good whiff of the treat that called to him like a lost lover, parent, or pet. Licking his lips he loads up his plate.

Kiba wasn't sure which he wanted to eat first- not that he had to choose when he could just get anything and everything all at once but seeing to much food on his plate would make him feel nauseaus. So with a pair of tongs he picks up two chocolate iced cinnamon rolls and a sugar and cinnamon dusted croissant. He chuckled seeing Hige snap up the tongs before the air could cool them.

"And lastly some of this." A cup of white hot chocolate is set at the corner of his tray and picking up the condaments he shakes some chocolate dust atop it. Glancing over his shoulder he sees that Kiba's on his way to the table, and picking up a fruit kabab he runs it languidly beneath a chocolate fountain plates it then walks to the table sitting down with a slight bounce from how hard he'd done so. "Cushy." He comments to himself before digging in.

Watching the male Kiba shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Hige happy hums only further dampen his mood as he feels obligated to drop the horrible dream on his boyfriend. How can he tell Hige something like this? Will he be upset thinking that he, Kiba, has a secret thing for Tsume? Or will he do worse and pick on him because through all his rage he managed to get a crush on the male- which it so is not a crush. Just a dream and nothing more.

Clearing his throat he waits until Hige looks up at him before speaking.

"You want something?" Asks the male over a bite of chocolate dipped orange.

"Hige, don't be mad it was just a dream but.... but last night I had a dream that... I... Me," He says incase I meant something else at the moment. "I had a sex dream about Tsume."

Hige only blinked then continued eating.

Confused, Kiba asks. "Did you hear me? I said I had a sex dream with Tsume and myself. Doesn't that bother you?"

Hige manages to shake his head while his eyes roll back from a perfect bite of cinnamon roll.

"Well why not?"

Hige shrugs.

Slamming his hand down on Hige's so he'd stop eating he ensures that the male is paying proper attention. He never should have tried talking to him when he's got food. "I don't think you're listening, in a dream I slept with Tsume."

Waving a hand in front of his face the Moon teen, says. "I heard you just fine, but so what. It only means that you've finally excepted Tsume as someone in your life and because of that your mind wants to be closer to him which usually gives people sex dreams- it really isn't a big deal. Not like you'd leave me for him." Sitting back in his chair he thinks to himself outloud. "Although I did hear all that moaning you were doing in your sleep; oh man, its a good thing I didn't try to get some otherwise you would have called me Tsume. Awkwaaard." Picking up the skewer he offers. "Fruit kabab?"

Shaking his head he picks up a dessert, just as he's about to eat it, though, Hige asks.

"So, was it any good?"

"Hige." Kiba says sternly.

With a shrug the male explains his question. "I was only asking out of interest I mean, I went to the bathroom so its not like your moaning woke me up or anything, but you were kinda... I don't know, into it."

Glaring with a slight pout, Kiba snorts. "Then you've answered your own question."

"Hey, hey," He waves his hands defensively. "we're not starting fights here, I was only asking."

"Well stop it." Adjusting himself in the seat he says around a bite. "Can't you tell how incredibly uncomfortable this is for me?"

"Not really- but hey, let's not talk about bad stuff over food."

"Ha." Kiba scoffs. "You think it will effect the taste."

Hige looks at his boyfriend as though he were the most vile creature in the world. "You've got some nerve." Picking up his empty plate, he storms off.

Snickering Kiba shakes his head in dismay. "That offends him." While finishing his brunch wishing he hadn't eaten breakfast if he'd known he was coming here early, Kiba thinks off hand. 'At least its nothing stupid like I'm secretly attracted to Tsume or something, but can I really accept him as a part of my life? Should I?' Wiping his hands on the napkin placed on his lap he looks at the clock. 'Toboe likes him and he has been kind to my little brother, I really should stop being such a tight-wad. Hm. Whatever happened to those days when things were fun and goofing off was my number one priority? The fire took it that's what.'

"Have some cheese cake, it doesn't have chocolate in it- its pumpkin. It'll take your mind off whatever is making your face do that serious thing." Says Hige returning with a ridiculous amount of sweets.

"Hmhm. You know what Hige, I think I will lighten up- after all, it is a vacation." Picking up the hunk of cheese cake he takes a bite large enough to hit the crust of the dessert.

Watching with a raised brow, Hige shrugs smiling. "Hahaha whatever makes you happy nut-bar."

...............

Tsume steps into his house expecting to see Toboe sitting on the couch watching cartoons or something but the boy isn't in there- the television isn't even on; listening attentively he doesn't hear any sounds in the kitchen and the breakfast dishes are still on the table. 'I wonder if he went out for a swim?' Tsume crosses the living room to glance out at the backyard. Toboe isn't there. Traveling down the hall his gold eyes glancing into each bedroom he passes he doesn't find the boy until he gets to his own and boy did he ever find him.

'Oh my god.' Tsume stands in the doorway, arms crossed and ankles as well. "Tell me you're not masterbating to those stupid nude shots of me."

Toboe must have touched the ceiling he'd jumped so high; the books went flying from his hands landing with a thump to the carpet. "Tsu- Tsume! What are you doing back here so soon? I thought you said you wouldn't be home until three... and that your shoot starts at eleven- won't you be late?" He tried to tuck himself back into his pants but by the time he'd noticed he was exposed Tsume was already across the room, as if drawn to it and he pushed aside Toboe's fumbling hands to lean over and place a kiss on the boys thigh then dangerously close to his penis.

Toboe swallows hard the liquid in his mouth feeling it and seeing it.

"Did I say eleven when I really meant one?" Tsume says slyly. Crawling over the male he kisses Toboe on the mouth, tongue flicking out at the boys stunned and slightly parted lips. "Toboe?" Tsume whispers into the boys mouth.

"Uh?" He could only dumbly moan in response.

"I have to ask you first... Do you wanna do this?" The man made a point of glancing down at the teens steadily hardening erection.

Again he audibly swallows and bobs his head up and down as a nod.

Smirking, Tsume moves back from over top of the boy and off the bed; slowly he undresses for him dropping his clothes to the floor, as if they weren't worth the money the boy is sure they cost, until his tan skin is completely exposed to him. Every muscle and crease in the mans perfect body. Toboe shuddered hard wondering what will come next, shocked when Tsume grabs a hold of his pants at the waist pulling them completely away, and by his hips he pulls him closer so he can remove his shirt from over his head. Tsume took in the sight of the pale boy smiling, a preditory look on his lips but love in his eyes. He lifts the teens leg into the air kissing the ankle as though it were Toboe's mouth; Toboe can feel Tsume's tongue tasting him. The model pulled back a bit sticking his tongue out he licks down the boys calf paying particular interest in the underside of his knee, nipping and sucking there sending a race of shivers up and down the boys body. Leaning back Tsume sets Toboe's ankle to rest on his shoulder while his hands appreciate the boys leg, and over his pelvis and chest.

Toboe whimpers when Tsume's thumbs brushes teasingly over his protruded nipples, first the left then the right. Nuzzling his cheek against the teens thigh, Tsume places kisses all over his lower region while his thumb caresses the burned nipple and the blistered skin on his chest. Toboe blushed a bit, always embarrassed by the burn but Tsume, somehow, never made him really ashamed of it and as if he were reading his thoughts, Tsume whispers.

"You're so perfect." Mouth over the pleasured, tingling bud Tsume licks the pad of it before giving it a loving suck.

'He's not sickened by it?' Toboe wonders before his head tilts back during a moan.

Tsume cups the boys cheeks in his right hand while his left spreads the male's legs apart for him to lay between.

"Aaahhh." Toboe's hips move up instantly to the weight pushing them down.

Tsume complies to that movement putting more weight into his dip, grinding himself against Toboe picking up a pant feeling the boys response back. Though he's got a thin build, Tsume still weighed considerably more than Toboe giving the boy a completely surrounded and comforted feeling as he breathes the mans scent in and out, tasting a bit of him from his parted lips which are then met by the models own. Tsume bends his legs up at the boys hips turning his grind into a light buck, moreso when Toboe's ankles lock together around his back.

All of the models grunts and groans fall into the bed and Toboe's ears while the boys enjoyment is exposed to the open air; the room was already warm from the start but now with the combined heat of their feverishly moving bodies sweat glistens upon them adding a slickness to their movement. Mouths tasting breakfast and toothpaste in combination, Toboe grabs Tsume's biceps to anchor him while he puts more into his upward thrust.

"Aaa!" He cries out when his buck is forced down. But what threw him for a greater shock is when Tsume's teeth clamped down onto his exposed neck.

The model wasn't sure what gave him the balls to mark the boy but since his balls were a little busy spiraling with pleasure he let this action slip by its radar and he sucked deeply at the boys neck. At first Toboe sounds pained his breaths quickening, but he didn't tell Tsume to stop infact the model heard him whispering for him to bite harder. Tsume's hands locate Toboe's balls giving them a tickling fondle while he removed his mouth to admire the darkness at the boys pale neck; Toboe had begun convulsing a bit and he did not want the teen to come just yet. Glancing up he sees the bottle of lube Toboe must have found in his dresser, if only he'd found the condom as well. Backing off he opens the top drawer shoving over some black, white and red shirts he locates the condom instantly ripping it open once it was within his grasp; sliding it over his penis carefully, Tsume resumes his position atop the boy; lube in hand he squeezes a good amount over his protection covered sex and with the rest he moves his hand to the boys buttocks inserting a finger at Toboe's entrance.

The anticipation has Toboe wondering if going this far is really such a good idea; how will he be able to break up with Tsume if the man continues to love him emotionally and physically- especially physically. Toboe very much doubted there'd be anyone in the world that can make him feel this way again. Breaths tumble out of the shuddering boy feeling one of the model's fingers slip into his body, twisting and reaching followed by another which had him gripping the sheets from the scissoring and the tickling brush of the mans middle finger brushing his prostate. Hips rocking down over the fingers he tries to get more out of it but is left to pout as the fingers pull out with nothing coming in to replace them. Tsume instead lays over him kissing him over his face and neck, his chest and stomach and the mans hands one still a bit moist from the lubricant the other rough and dry; it was as if Tsume were blind and trying to memorize him with his hands. Toboe gave back as much as he got, touching the man as freely as he liked in return.

Kiss broken, Toboe says out of nowhere "I found sneakers under your bed," kissing Tsume once again when the models lips meet his. "why don't you ever where them?"

"I where them when I jog in the morning." He kisses Toboe's neck.

"Mm."

Tsume wasn't sure if that were a simple intone or a moan to the feeling of his head slipping past the boys barrier. He's about to move in further but toboe stopped him by pushing his shoulder.

"Tsume wait,"

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry.."

Shaking his head further exposing his forehead from his sweat wilted hair he explains his reason. "I just, wanted to know if I can lower myself over you like the first time?" He blushed being so bold as to ask for how he'd like to have sex with the man.

Smiling, Tsume grabs Toboe by his hips pulling him up from the bed as he sits back. "Go for it."

Smiling as well, the boy lowers himself inch by inch until he can feel the heat radiating from the mans lap; taking a few bold bounces up and down he kisses Tsume on the neck as the man tips his head back sighing. Lifting his hips the boy holds onto the mans shoulders while he turns himself around so that his back is facing him instead of his front, sitting down he rocks his hips. "I'm ready."

Tsume turns the boys head so he's facing him and he kisses him lavishly tongue meeting the boys every flick with a scoop of his own. Hand down between Toboe's legs he strokes the boys member, caressing his thigh now and then with strong hands washing over the soft flesh of his legs. He had yet to move his hips but bending the boy over he kisses him between the shoulder blades seeing to it that Toboe keep his head dipped and his hips in the air.

* * *

Kiba wipes a stain of whipped cream from the corner of Hige's mouth with his napkin setting it back onto the table. He was having a great time, it was a shame Toboe isn't here he'd love to share it with him and listen to his brother chat about things that interest him while Hige picks on his every word and he'd throw in a taunt or two. That reminded him.

Pulling out his cellphone he dials his little brother's phone.

"What are you doing?" Asks Hige.

"I wanted to make sure Toboe is alright, since it seems like we'll be here a while. Maybe ask him specifically what he wants."

"Sounds fair, but you do know you're smothering him, right? He's at home in a strange neighborhood trust me kid ain't wandering too far."

"You're right, but too late now, phone's ringing." Holding it to his ear, he wonders outloud. "Why hasn't he picked up yet."

..............

The room had exploded with more volume than previously as the two men grunt and sigh rocking- slamming back and forth into one another; the boys member licking noticable streaks across the sheet.

"Hhhaaa, Tsume," The boy moaned.

Hearing his name said that way pulsed through the mans erection and he pushed harder.

..............

"Maybe he's asleep?" Hige offers.

"We just woke up a few hours ago, how can he still be tired."

"You don't know boredom like I do, kids probably sleeping."

...............

"Tsume wait, I think I hear my phone." Toboe manages to get out.

Somehow the model stopped his onslaughter into the boy to sit back and hear that the phone is infact ringing. Shit. Toboe still on his lap, he hands him the phone smiling at the boys wide-eyed shock.

"H- hello?"

"Toboe, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Kiba asks right off.

"I was in the bathroom and my phone was on the kitchen table, I didn't hear it until just now." His eyes roll back a bit; he could kill Tsume for picking up the phone then having the nerve to keep shifting his hips up into him.

"Sorry. We'll be back in a half hour- or hour, is there anything you want specifically?"

Tsume licks into the boys other ear chilling him through. "U- um, whatever they have that isn't too messy, maybe a brownie and a slice of cheese cake, cookies and- uh!" Tsume thrusts up into him suddenly. "Pound- I mean, chocolate cake. Thanks."

"Okay..... Are you sure you're alright? You sound... funny."

"Mhm. I just have to use the bathroom still- I'm kind of holding it in."

"I'll go then, sorry."

"Okay. See you later." He flips the phone closed.

"Not funny Tsume, we could have been caught."

Snickering the man grabs a hold of the boys member, leaning them back over. "And you'd of loved it." He pounds into the male again stroking him in time with his pace until they explode together in a fire of white lights and heat matching nothing Hell could throw there way and once it was over.... once it was over Tsume kissed the boy on the lips softly.

"Was that... the end?" He asks quietly.