Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

A.N: Just a quick thank you to Pan (love ya gal!)

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Chapter Seventeen

Tsume and Toboe escaped towards the road behind the fence, unseen and probably not missed. Tsume ran along, quietly, listening to the sound of Toboe's panting as he followed close behind him. The model held open his gloved hand closing it when he felt the boys little glove clamp down on it.

"Hey Tsume, where are we going?" Asked Toboe, cheerfully through a puff of breath. He looked like a happy puppy on his masters leash. And Tsume was more than happy to lead him along.

Letting go of the young boys hand, Tsume grabbed a helmet that was resting on the handle bar of the vehical, and he slipped it over his head. Lifting the visor up, he removed the seat of the motorcycle, grabbing the spare helmet and he gave it to Toboe. The young boy looked it over before sliding it down over his face as well.

I can't believe we're taking a motorcycle, I hope I don't fall off. He slipped his hands under the neck of the hemlet attempting to buckle it around his head. Tsume watched the boy struggle through his gloves a moment before he gave him a hand. Toboe blushed at the close contact of Tsume's hands and shyly coughed out. "Uhh, thanks."

Tsume smiled an unseen reply while climbing onto the motorcycle. Removing the kick stand, he supported the weight of the machine on his left leg then gestured with his arm for Toboe to get on behind him.

"Uh- um.... you want me to get on too?"

"Duh. How else are you gonna get there? Climb on back and wrap your arms and legs around me, I'll do the rest." He instructed.

Hesitant, Toboe followed Tsume's instructions and with a little struggle managed to climb onto the back of the motorcycle. He coiled his arms and legs around the models mid-section then rested the face of his helmet against Tsume's back.

The model blushed feeling the warmth of the boys inner thighs pressed against the small of his back and the kids face- though behind a helmet- pressed against his back. Clearing his mind by clearing his throat, Tsume started the motorcycle then sped off down the street.

"Whaaoooo!!!" Toboe yelled helplessly, strengthening his grip.

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Toboe's shaking had ceased when they were close to the restaurant, he actually felt really comfortable in the back of the motorcycle and he knew that Tsume would never let him get hurt. In a way he felt that the model cared for him just as much as Kiba- even though in a sense they had just met. He still felt that deep down, there was something there.

Tsume on the other hand couldn't wait till the three minute ride was over. He was beginning to get a serious hard on feeling Toboe's thighs scooting closer to him. It was driving him crazy! The model pulled his helmet off, putting it onto the handle bars of the motor cycle. Toboe followed Tsume's example and unclipped his helmet placing it onto the other handle bar.

The boys eyes scanned the whole place as he and his older friend walked inside. It smelled wonderful! A mix of rice and vegetables filled his nose, even though Toboe never really took well to Chinese rice, he would eat it if Tsume did. The place was dark, lit with lovely decorated glass around the bulbs to accent the mood.

The crowd was talking a mile a minute to each other laughing and taking food from each others plates. It was a nice feeling.

"Kon’nichi’wa, Mr Keina." The receptionist greeted with a polite bow.

"Hey." Tsume replied tightly, with a- just as stiff as his tone- nod.

"She knows you?" Toboe wondered in awe.

"I know everyone here, I come often enough." The man replied casually. "Those that I don't, know me because of my job."

"Oh." He unconsciously grabbed a hold of Tsume's hand.

The two of them were lead to Tsume's usual table in back by a large window. Toboe picked up a little piece of paper that lay on the table top. Ripping it open he smiled at the contents inside. Chopsticks. He loved eating with chopsticks. "What are you getting Tsume?" He asked picking up the menu.

"Hm. Probably lo mein. What about you?"

"Um....?" He mumbled quietly. "I don't know. Maybe an egg roll."

Tsume chuckled cocking an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Well I-... I don't know."

"How 'bout we get a little of everything and share."

"That sounds good." Though he blushed furiously feeling like a little kid that had to have food shoved in his face for a taste test. But Tsume didn't seem to notice.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked patiently.

"Yeah, we'll have the Puu Puu Platter. Thanks."

Toboe grinned lowering his head. The name of the food was hilarious but he didn't wanna laugh like an immature little kid. The waitress disappeared to get their order and Tsume let out a laugh. "Funny name isn't it."

Toboe giggled as though he heard the words over again. "Yeah it is."

"Try ordering it while keeping a straight face."

Toboe laughed again, turning away to face the window to avoid looking at Tsume smile. It was too handsome, he felt uncomfortable feeling the way he did when it came to- you know, crushes. And after that out of character dream he had last night, looking Tsume in the eyes was a little hard.

Tsume on the other hand took the opportunity to look at Toboe. The boys hair was tussled around his head in an adorable manner, his slight bangs pulled a little out of his face and the usually neatly kept part in his hair was lost in the mess after he pulled his hat off and did his best to smooth it out.

The young boys eyes flicked back and forth as he watched cars whizzing by on the road, looking as though he were in a comfortable trance of thought. Tsume's mind began to drift as well wondering what would happen if he was too.... Slowly, his foot slipped out of his boot gliding snake like across the rug over to where the young boy sat.

It touched the boys leg gently causing the young man to freeze in his seat. A blush stained his cheeks feeling that the intruder was sliding up his leg to a sensitive spot of his body that until last night he didn't even know was sensitive. Tsume smirked seeing Toboe's reaction to the foot massage he was giving him and was pleased to see that the boys manhood appreciated it as well.

Toboe's chest picked up with his breathing and his mouth parted slightly as his eyes closed. Tsume wriggled his toes brushing them playfully over the boys package. The model kept his face straight as he watched Toboe reacting to him. The young boy thought he was going to die from that alone, but when he felt the waist band of his pants pulling down-....

"Here you are sirs." The waitress interrupted Tsume's daydream. "Enjoy your meal and let me know if I can get you anything else."

"I will."

Toboe had never seen so much food in his life! There were all kinds of things there- even the egg rolls! "Oh boy, let's dig in." He said reaching with his chopsticks for a plate of dumplings. Giving it a once over look, he popped the dumpling into his mouth then began to chew. "Mmm. It's good."

"It's a Jiaozi dumpling." Tsume mentioned eating one himself.

"Jiaozi? And what's this one?" He pointed to a red pile of cubes.

"Barbecued pork, try some." He grabbed it with his chopstick, holding it out to the boy who gladly ate the half that was placed into his mouth. Tsume, who had purposely only stuck half the cube out to him, ate the rest of it with a self satisfied smirk.

"Mmm."

Their lunch was going nicely, everything with them always felt pleasant and perfect. Just like Toboe. Tsume had so much he wanted to say to the boy. But how to get conversation moving? And where would he start?

"So, how long have you lived in Europe?"

Tsume couldn't have felt luckier to have a crush on a talkative kid. He'd answer anything the kid wanted to know- even his cup size. Well, maybe he wouldn't ask that but if he did, he wouldn't mind telling him. "Hmm?" He thought it over. "About four and a half years. I just recently came back home to retire."

"Do you miss it?" The boy asked in all seriousness.

"Sometimes but.... recently I've found a reason to like it here a lot better." This time it was Tsume who blushed. He hoped Toboe didn't figure out that it was he whom he was speaking of. "Okay my turn. What's your favorite color?"

"Hahaha, that's easy. Red." Toboe replied. "What's yours?"

"Brown."

"Brown? I would have guessed black. Every time I see you you're always wearing it." Toboe tapped his chin. "Hmm? Who's your best friend?"

You. He thought but answered. "Faye Valentine. And yours is Cheza right?"

"Right."

"What do you think ooooffff, boys kissing other boys?"

Toboe swallowed a bite of teriyaki chicken painfully hard. That's a weird question. Oh well, he's probably just curious. "I think it's fine. My brother is gay and so are a couple of my other friends- haha at least they say they are."

"Do you think you might be or are you the kind of person that pines for their best friend in the end?" Tsume wondered.

Toboe put his head down to ward off the uneasy feeling in his stomach. "Cheza, naaah. I don't think I could ever be in love with Cheza, we're too close of friends. But actually, if relationships ever came up I think that I'd want a-" He hesitated. "a boyfriend." His blush was screaming hot against his cheeks now.

Tsume practically glowed from the fact that Toboe was gay. It gave him all the more reason to want the boy. And knowing this little bit of information gave Tsume hope that soon he'd get it.

"What about you?" He leaned over the table and whispered. "Are you... gay or straight. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

Tsume leaned over the table as well and whispered into a growingly loud voice. "I think everybody already knows that I'm gay!" He leaned back against the seat with a smirk.

"Oh." Toboe sat back in his seat feeling the uncomfortable knot in his stomach growing. I guess that means it was okay for me to have that dream- at least in that sense. I wonder if maybe I should tell him about it, I bet he'd understand, you can't control dreams, right? Looking across the table at the man he cleared his throat before asking.

"So, have you ever... dreamt about other men. Like if you had a boyfriend or a crush or something?" He didn't believe he asked it himself, but the words were out there.

"Plenty of times." The model nodded.

"....Were.... any of them about me?"

"About you? Why?"

"Wellll you see, I had this dream- about you and me."

"You and me?" Now Tsume was curious. Toboe dreamed about him?!

Forget it. I can't tell him about my dream! What if he never wants to talk to me again?! It's just less embarrassing if I lie. "Well you see, I had a dream that you and me were at the playground of my school and you were pushing me on the swing, and when I fell off you were already ahead of me and you caught me... weird huh?"

"That is kind of weird." Though he cocked an eyebrow at the boy. He felt like there was something more that he wasn't telling him. But he didn't ask. "What time does recess end?" Tsume asked checking his watch.

Toboe blinked out of his train of thought and looked over at the man. Tsume held his wrist out to the boy who looked at the time. "Ten minutes! We better get back." He grabbed his hat from beside him and slid it on his head. His jacket was pulled on next and he slid from the seat.

Tsume waved over the waitress for the bill. He kept a watchful eye on the boy who seemed really uncomfortable as he fumbled with the buttons of his coat. I wonder what it could be that he's not telling me? Was his dream a little more than some childish swinging on a playground? All of this made Tsume wonder. Like, do kids have sex dreams? And if they do, do they even know what it is?

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" Asked the Wolf boy.

"Yeah, I'll show you." The two of them walked to the back of the restaurant, a few people pointing out that that was Tsume Keina that was walking past them. The model ignored every stare as he so often did, then he walked into the tiny bathroom with the young boy.

Toboe was heading towards the stall, he didn't feel right peeing in front of a person who in some sense was practically a stranger to him. And to tell the truth, he never really felt all that comfortable peeing at the urinals anyway.

"Toboe? You're using the stall?" The man questioned.

"Um." His arm jumped shyly behind his head. "Ahahaha. I just thought that-..."

"Come oooon, be a man. Pee with me. We're friends right?" Tsume coaxed. "I promise I won't look." Though he had a teasing smile on his face as though the boy wouldn't do it.

Toboe returned a challenging smile, he was up for it. "Alright. I'll do it."

"Good boy." He said unzipping in front of the urinal.

"Ha." The young boy walked over to the urinal, unzipped his pants then released himself onto the white porcelain. He closed his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed as it was his first time actually using a urinal.

Tsume's vision glanced sideways, he knew it was wrong to look but he couldn't stop himself once he was there. Five and a half inches. He noted. That's not bad for a fourteen year old- I think.

Once done, Tsume pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Toboe. "Here. To clean yourself off." He explained.

"Thanks." He took the tissue, graciously, trying to keep his eyes up so that he wouldn't accidentally look down at Tsume's penis.

The both of them zipped up then washed their hands at the sink. Once done, they walked out of the bathroom back into the restaurant and out the doors. Tsume grabbed his helmet getting Toboe's from inside of the seat. "I've got an idea."

"What?"

"How 'bout we change positions." The model slipped on his helmet. "You sit up front."

"Me? Cool!" Enthusiastically, the boy climbed onto the motorcycle- leaning and all, without any help. Tsume bore and unseen grin as he climbed on the back of the motorcycle, leaning slightly over the boys body.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah."

With a nod, Tsume started the motorcycle scooting his self up so that he was pressed right up against Toboe's ass. Toboe felt the mans crotch pressing into him and he smiled. It reminded him of his dream. He may not have seen what they were doing- exactly, because all he saw in the dream were their faces and chest but he could guess it was a lot like what Hige and his brother were doing in the car.

Someday, Toboe... Someday soon.... The motorcycle picked up speed hurrying towards the little school so he could drop the young boy off