Mail Service
Title: Male Mail Service
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: PG
Summary: Takki is a mailman, Tsubasa is waiting for an important package *bricked*
Tsubasa hurried over to the door and peered carefully through the peephole before flinging the door open. Perfect timing. "Hi," he said a bit breathlessly, holding the door open with his right hand as his left wandered casually down to his waist to play with the knot in his towel. He noted with glee how the other man's eyes automatically dropped to follow the path of his hand. "How are you today, Takizawa-kun?"
The cute mailman's head snapped back up. "Ahh! Imai-san! You startled me! Just dr-dr-dropping off your mail." Takizawa gestured frantically at the neatly rubber-banded packet in his hand.
Tsubasa reached out for the stack of envelopes, making sure to unnecessarily brush his fingers gently along both sides of Takizawa's hand. The mailman's hand grew limp and Tsubasa bent down and grabbed the mail just as it started to slip. "Pardon my appearance," Tsubasa purred, setting the mail aside and readjusting his towel with both hands this time, smirking as he watched Takizawa gulping visibly. "I'm waiting for a very important letter."
"Not a problem," Takizawa squeaked, tugging at the cuff of his postal regulation starched white shirt. "Err... that is I hope you get your package. Your letter! I hope you got your letter." Takizawa's face flushed a bright red to match the color of his dyed hair.
"I hope I got it too." Tsubasa winked. "Do you want to help me check?"
"Uhhhhhh....uh......." Takizawa's eyes grew wide and vacant.
Tsubasa smiled encouragingly and took a step closer.
"Haveanicedayseeyoutomorrow," Takizawa squawked, backing up rapidly. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, turned around and walked stiffly down the stairs.
Tsubasa frowned; a pity Takizawa was so shy - his ass was fantastic in those slightly overly long pants with the dorky rolled up cuffs, not to mention that bulge in the front sure looked yummy as well. Maybe tomorrow, he should offer to re-tailor them to fit... which would involve Takizawa taking off his pants, of course. His mouth curved upward into a Cheshire grin.
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: PG
Summary: Takki is a mailman, Tsubasa is waiting for an important package *bricked*
Tsubasa hurried over to the door and peered carefully through the peephole before flinging the door open. Perfect timing. "Hi," he said a bit breathlessly, holding the door open with his right hand as his left wandered casually down to his waist to play with the knot in his towel. He noted with glee how the other man's eyes automatically dropped to follow the path of his hand. "How are you today, Takizawa-kun?"
The cute mailman's head snapped back up. "Ahh! Imai-san! You startled me! Just dr-dr-dropping off your mail." Takizawa gestured frantically at the neatly rubber-banded packet in his hand.
Tsubasa reached out for the stack of envelopes, making sure to unnecessarily brush his fingers gently along both sides of Takizawa's hand. The mailman's hand grew limp and Tsubasa bent down and grabbed the mail just as it started to slip. "Pardon my appearance," Tsubasa purred, setting the mail aside and readjusting his towel with both hands this time, smirking as he watched Takizawa gulping visibly. "I'm waiting for a very important letter."
"Not a problem," Takizawa squeaked, tugging at the cuff of his postal regulation starched white shirt. "Err... that is I hope you get your package. Your letter! I hope you got your letter." Takizawa's face flushed a bright red to match the color of his dyed hair.
"I hope I got it too." Tsubasa winked. "Do you want to help me check?"
"Uhhhhhh....uh......." Takizawa's eyes grew wide and vacant.
Tsubasa smiled encouragingly and took a step closer.
"Haveanicedayseeyoutomorrow," Takizawa squawked, backing up rapidly. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, turned around and walked stiffly down the stairs.
Tsubasa frowned; a pity Takizawa was so shy - his ass was fantastic in those slightly overly long pants with the dorky rolled up cuffs, not to mention that bulge in the front sure looked yummy as well. Maybe tomorrow, he should offer to re-tailor them to fit... which would involve Takizawa taking off his pants, of course. His mouth curved upward into a Cheshire grin.