fluffnstuff | Give me the cuties

[Yokozawa lets out a brief relieved sigh when he hears the door click open. He'll never be able to admit (not without a good mental fight anyway) that he does worry about Eiri every now and then. Eiri is the more lax of the two for the most part (which doesn't say much when compared to Yokozawa but...), but he knows there's more to the man than what the camera tells other people. It's not the snarky sarcasm that makes Yokozawa want to flip a table but time away allowed him the space to mull over it more before he came to the conclusion that something seems...off.

Everyone has secrets. It's just that these two are better at doing so with their own methods. Whatever it is that Eiri is keeping to himself, Yokozawa finds himself wanting to stick around and learn more. It sounds meddling...because it does. He hates it, but it's in his nature.]

Hey. [Jeans and a black t-shirt with the same colored jacket aren't the most fashionable choices, but his shoulders don't seem as stiff now that he's not wearing work clothes. He lets himself in, walking past Eiri just enough to take off his shoes and turns his head to look at the writer while fighting the urge to towel dry that wet hair himself.]

You...need to sleep more. [No matter how he tries to sound annoyed, enough time has passed between them for it to be obvious that he's genuinely concerned.]

What kind of greeting is that? [Eiri rolls his eyes as he lets the door shut. There's a lack of actual exasperation, of course; he's far too pleased to see him. (Pathetic.) Soothed, even, some, as much as he can be when he's in this wretched city, anyway. (So weak, little Eiri.) He locks the door, swiftly, like that's going to keep out any niggling thoughts. Or memories. Yokozawa is here, he can focus on that now.

He faces the older man, reaches out for the lapels of his jacket while stepping closer, his grin twisting into a familiar smirk.] And now that you're here, sleeping is the last thing I intend to do. [He leans in for a kiss, little more than a nice and smooth fitting together of their lips, despite his suggestive words and damn there's just no reason for a simple kiss to feel almost as good as being safe back home.

So he draws out of it a little sooner than he normally would.] How was your flight. [It's barely a question because really who cares, but small talk is better than feeling this (pathetic, weak)...off.]

[The greeting is laced with grumpiness from the flight with a dollop of thinly veiled concern...which is typical of the salaryman.]

It was obviously a long one. [And it's also why he's so compliant when Eiri kisses him (or so he'd argue. Even he finds himself wishing that kiss was deeper). He pushes some of his damp bangs away, letting his hand linger at his cheek.]

You made me come all the way out here when you're supposed to be working. What were you thinking? [It has been a while since they've been able to get intimate like this, so even what usually might sound like him chastising Eiri actually sounds more concerned than anything. I was worried about you, idiot.]

[Eiri almost leans into that hand, the warmth it gives him going beyond physical and touching him somewhere deeper, as if starting to lighten the heaviness that's been sitting unwelcome in his chest. Fuck, he really has missed him. He distracts himself from how tempting it is to embrace that comfort by moving to shove the jacket off Yokozawa's broad shoulders.]

Hey, you know me. All work and no play makes me crazy. [Ha. He presses another smirking kiss to the corner of his lover's mouth to keep from laughing aloud, then another to his jaw as he all but purrs enticingly at him.] Besides, I'm sure you were long overdue for a vacation, right?

[Having his clothes pulled off him should get old by now given how often it's been done, but it still catches him by surprise. Eiri always surprises him.

It's strange to feel so...wanted.

His grumbled "you are crazy" is cut off from the kiss. God, the young man is like a cat getting high on catnip. (Doesn't that make Yokozawa the catnip? ...ugh.)]

Mmm. [Eiri's not wrong about that. He's done more than enough for the company that a vacation is the very least they could do, or so they've told him along with the strong implication that the man needed to do something more than smoke to relax.]

It's hardly a vacation if you're supposed to be promoting your book. [The slight flush indicates the actual thing he means to say: you shouldn't slack off so how can we even have time together?] Don't tell me you've been sitting here waiting for me when you should be meeting other people. [Really, he can't have that on him!! No matter how much he hates to admit that he enjoys his company just as much!]

Che, you're getting my shirt wet.

Edited 2017-02-14 08:26 (UTC)

[Eiri huffs, just as moody as a cat; his mouth halts the slow descent it was starting to make down the other man's neck. Releasing him entirely, he even ignores the opportunity to make a sexy suggestion about just what Yokozawa can do with that wet shirt, and instead goes to retrieve his discarded towel to rub vigorously at his hair.]

I've been meeting people for weeks now and it's [exhausting] boring. So I [was forced into a break] took some days off, alright?

[God, he's always hated book tours, really. Hated all the people. But he usually manages. And honestly he was fine this time until he started the meds - then he slept a little too much, came in late to a couple morning interviews; lost some of his well-practiced charm with the fans (who still blushed and gushed all over him anyway, so who the fuck cares); spent most of the last two release parties on edge and silent.

And then they came here.

He knew they were going to New York, of course, knew that it would probably even be the longest stop in this tour, for that matter. He thought he would be fine, but with his mind and his body so messed up - fuck. He never spent time in any expensive hotels or other upscale venues when he was a kid here, but still. Kitazwa's ghost was everywhere in this city and he just couldn't handle it.

And he can't tell him. He can't tell him just how damn weak he is.

He goes to open the mini fridge, pausing for just a moment as he decides between bottled water and beer (truly a difficult choice).]

Do you want a drink, or you not done nagging me about how to do my job?

[In all fairness, it's part of Yokozawa's job to nag people about their jobs. That job is all the more apparent as he and Eiri are lovers. It's his way of looking out for others and the moody cat of a writer is no exception.

He fakes a cough to hide his slightly red cheeks.]

Beer's fine.

[Meanwhile, he'll take this opportunity to unwind a bit (especially after Eiri worked him up a bit there...and he hadn't been in this room for more than few minutes!) and goes over to the counter that doubles as a bar. Having sat in a over ten hour flight and then a traffic laden taxi ride, just leaning against the counter top will do.]

Hey. [He's in a pretty relaxed pose although the worry is still there.]

Did you take your medicine? [The fact that Eiri does all about he knows. Reasons as to why or the fact that they are different meds altogether are unknown to him. He knows he shouldn't pry, but it's in his nature to meddle. Even he'll admit that.]

[Nagging is something Eiri has plenty of experience dealing with. Of course, his usual response is just to ignore it. Letting his phone go to voicemail when his editor calls. Changing the locks after every surprise check-in from his sister. Never visiting home so he doesn't have to take any shit from his old man. He can't do those things to Yokozawa; and more, he doesn't want to. So in this case, the annoyance of being forcibly taken care of is just something he'll have to live with. The only other person to get a free pass is Seguchi, and that's because Seguchi knows...Seguchi was there when...well.

He blinks the ghosts out of his eyes and grabs two beers, though he pauses in mid-reach to hand Yokozawa his. That particular question is unexpected, and irritatingly on point, making his eyes narrow.]

...Yes. [Not a lie.] Why? [Is it just a harmless nag or did the shower not wash enough crazy off of him?]

[It's a little bit of both, honestly. That look he gives is a huge contrast to the welcome Yokozawa got moments ago. With something as sensitive as this though, he doesn't blame him.]

Just making sure. It's unusual to impulsively buy a plane ticket for someone, even for you. [He reaches for the can but doesn't take it just yet. He glances up at him, expression not entirely soft but the concern is there. Maybe it's okay to admit it.]

You had me worried, that's all.

[There's a flicker of...something. Something that passes through his expression too quickly to be deciphered. Maybe just annoyance at being called out, hating how well Yokozawa has grown to know him - without even knowing everything. And maybe a thought, just for a split second, that he could tell the man. He could be honest.

Eiri presses the can into Yokozawa's hand so he can draw back, pop open his own. Looking away, toward the window where he's drawn the curtains shut so he doesn't have to see where he is, like that makes any difference.]

Well. You did tell me I couldn't screw around, so what else am I supposed to do when I'm in the mood to fuck?

[He could be honest. But this is easier. This falling back into the casual coldness he hasn't relied on since the beginning of their relationship. He can feel himself closing off, shutting down, and that's not what he wants, not now and not with him, dammit, he's going to screw everything up, he's too broken for this, why did he have to bring him here, he's such a fool. The beer can crinkles faintly under his grip, a barely-there shake beginning in his hand.]

[Yokozawa takes the can and squeezes it just enough to make a dent, but manages to bite down a retort that usually comes out automatically. They've been going back and forth enough for him to have a sense that there's something else going on that makes Eiri seem bothered. Like with most of Eiri's behavior, he's just not sure what it is. It's still familiar territory for him though. When Takano was at his low, he was distant too. Distant, but not actively pushing him away like Eiri seems to try to do.

To think he even felt proud of knowing everything about Takano like it was something he deserved a reward for. He learned the hard way that it takes more than just knowing to make a relationship work. What he has with Eiri right now is a testament to that, even if it doesn't seem that way.

He opens his can and notices that Eiri's done the same with his, if a little harder.]

Something's bothering you. [His tone is far from accusatory, but he's tired and grumpy so at best he's being firm.] If you can't tell me then at least don't act like an asshole that doesn't want me around. [You can tell me.]

[But being an asshole is so easy. Just as easy as denying anything is wrong, as easy as being cruel and goading someone else into being cruel, too. Because that's easier to take, he can understand that. He doesn't understand why the older man continues to care about him instead.

But he does, somehow. Eiri asked him to come (if you can call buying a plane ticket for someone "asking"), and he did. In a matter of minutes, Eiri has tried to both pull him in and push him away, and he hasn't just turned around and walked out and said to hell with this. Not yet, anyway. So don't give him a reason to. He has to hold his tongue for several silent minutes; he can't lash out, he needs to take his scolding. He needs him here.]

...Sorry. [It's a tough word to manage, one he can't often dredge up. He keeps his gaze turned away, though. He doesn't want to look at him again until he's sure his eyes aren't proclaiming that he's on the edge of a complete mental breakdown.

He'd hoped that from the moment Yokozawa arrived, his presence would be enough of a distraction for him to completely ignore his problems, but that's going to be impossible here. So fine, the man can't magically erase the darkness inside of him, but if he can accept it...that's something, then, isn't it?

He takes a drink of his beer, tries to relax the tightness in his chest before finally glancing back at him. To just anyone, the twist in his lips would probably only appear to be mild irritation, but there's an apology there, for someone who'd know to look for it.] The doc changed my meds before I left. They're shit.

[That apology might as well come wrapped in a bowtie. Even Yokozawa's taken by surprise about it. All the more reason to think that whatever else is on Eiri's mind, it's not easy to process.

He follows Eiri to stand next to him, giving the view of the city a small glance but keeps his gaze focused on the writer.]

I see. [What is he supposed to say to that? He's never looked in on how any sort of med works for people that need them. Maybe he should, even if just hearing Eiri's say is more than enough.]

You can talk to your doctor about it when you head back. [He finally takes a drink of the beer before swishing the can a bit to enjoy the coldness of it. He clears his throat. Tough love is already dispensed. He can do more.]

I'm here now so... [That line is cheesy even before it leaves his mouth, so the light color on his cheeks are difficult to fight. Whatever. He can blame it on the one sip of beer.]

Hang in there.

[He can talk to his doctor, sure, for all the good it will do. It's not an exact science, they keep telling him, like he doesn't know that very well. With one prescription, he sleeps too much; with another, he never does. Gains weight, loses it. Sometimes he functions just fine until he sees Kitazawa's ghost out of the corner of his eye. Sometimes they work until they just don't. Nothing fixes him.

Some things help. An overabundance of beer, cigarettes...the meaningless sex he used to have. Temporary band-aids that occasionally merely end up irritating the wound further. But this -

Eiri glances at the man beside him, a smile forming that's both teasing and relieved.] Sap. [Like he can talk. Like his heart doesn't feel a little fuller, despite the anxiety and chaos that clutches it, as he leans into Yokozawa so their arms, shoulders press together. He has so much to face outside that hotel window, and inside himself, but this - this helps.]

[Yep, being called that along with that smile just sends Yokozawa to look away with a scowl.] Shut up...

[Still, it's good to see him smile in a way that isn't trying to hide something (at least, not completely). If he has to sound like a sap to get the man out of a rough spot, then so be it. With a deep breath to make the pink go away, he lets his body relax as he lets their arms touch. The sight of bright tall buildings is nothing new, but for whatever reason he finds this rather nice. Part of it is likely because he's with company that wants him around for reasons that go beyond just business.]

It's been a while since I've been to New York. [He takes a good sip of his beer. He had been once for a business trip so there hardly was any time for leisure.]

You should show me around. [Tonight or tomorrow, whichever. He'll let Eiri make the call.] You've lived here for a while, right?

...Yeah, I did. [Ugh, when had that bit of information slipped out?

Not that it's completely improbable that he would've shared that fact with the other man over the past almost-year, but it bothers him a little that he can't remember the context. Was it just mentioned in passing, or did he tell him about the trouble he had fitting in at home? If he doesn't remember the specifics, does that mean that he was drunk at the time, or sleep-deprived, or...or that he truly, honestly, trusted his lover? Trusted him to the point where telling him some small thing about his shitshow of a childhood wasn't a huge deal?

Maybe he does. There's still tension in his shoulder pressed to Yokozawa's, though, as he shoves down the inevitable taste of bile that threatens to come up every time he thinks about his time here.] Not sure how interested you'd be in a sixteen year old's favorite spots.

[He takes a couple big gulps of his drink, enough to make himself grin again, at least shallowly, when he looks at the man next to him.] Wouldn't you rather order up some champagne to chase down this beer? There's another robe for you, too, but you've got to take those clothes off first.

[The tension doesn't go unnoticed by Yokozawa, who had grown used to picking up on most of the body language. Occasionally, the two would have dropped tidbits of their personal lives here and there, if Yokozawa had to think back about it. He's gone as far as to tell Eiri that his feelings for another wasn't reciprocated but nothing past that, possibly downplaying just how much the rejection had hurt him. He doesn't feel the need to tell the whole story since...it's more or less wrapped up, right?

Nonetheless, he still wants to get to know Eiri more all the same. If reopening his own old wounds can do that, he just might.]

I've been crammed in an airplane for more than twelve hours... [He mumbles, rolling his eyes a bit to hide the fact that he's blushing a bit. It'd be nice to walk around and not have to worry about being on time for something. Eiri at sixteen...

He's not ready to don a robe or anything yet, but if Eiri would rather have a day in, he wouldn't argue against it.]

Can't imagine what you must have been like at sixteen. [He down his beer as he tries to visualize it in his mind. Eiri...a delinquent? A model student? Or even a wide-eyed youth with big dreams like in the shoujo manga the company publishes?]

All the more reason to relax. [Preferably naked. But, admittedly, at the moment it would be more about his desperation for distraction than his genuine want. And that may be something he would've had no qualms about with someone who didn't really mean anything, but that isn't Yokozawa. It wouldn't be fair to him, not when Eiri is in such a shitty headspace.

Besides, fine, he did make the man come all the way out here; he guesses that the least he can do is take him out this evening for a nice dinner.

He snorts at that statement, almost choking on the beer going down his throat.] Good. You wouldn't want to. [Or maybe he just wouldn't want him to. Either way. God, he was such a young sixteen. Embarrassingly wide-eyed, yes, and so naive...fatally trusting...] I was a stupid kid.

[Yokozawa can take a hint most of the time. If he's right, then Eiri prefers to have a night in. A nice hotel room is miles better than a plane seat.

There's a definite glimmer of interest in his eyes when the subject starts to shift to Eiri's childhood. He doesn't mean to be outright nosey, but it's something he'd like to know. His gaze doesn't leave the writer as he hands him a tissue from the nearby table.]

Who wasn't? I don't mind having a night in if you tell me some stories. [He smirks.] That's what you do for a living, after all.

[ Well, when he puts it like that... ] We'll definitely go out, then. [ As daunting as the thought of shedding his warm robe and putting on actual clothes is. He'd rather face the city he hates than go into the deep, dark reasons why he hates it. ]

The stories I tell for a living are about sex and death. [ He tosses an answering smirk back at the other man, the twist of his lips tinged with bitterness. ] Is that the kind of childhood tale you want to hear? [ Because that's exactly what you would get, Yokozawa. ]

Give me the cuties

<3 and i actually forgot to type in New York, but I'm good with any location!

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eiri u ham

a moody cat ham

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whoops all traces of fluff left

I'LL FIND SOME

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fluff came back with a vengeance

eeeee ;u;

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