[One-shot] Nothing but kiss

[tsuchi8562]

Title: Nothing but kiss
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: geminib <-- Arigatou,ne ♥
Pairing: MatsuMiya (main), NinoKen (KeixKato) (mentioned, hinted, however you can call it)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kazunari is a prostitute who cherishes his own freedom more than ever. Also he has one rule he never breaks. What will happen when he meet Jun?

He went inside and looked around carefully, trying not to make a disgusted face. The room was lighten by a small lamp with purple shade spreading a slight violet afterglow. An old bed was standing under the window, a nightstand on it's left and some sex toys and few lube tubes; further on the right was a small closet. Practically that was it, if you don't count old yellowish carpet; one of those you wouldn’t accept even if someone would pay you, but when you receive it with your apartment you can’t throw it away. Whole thing indeed looked like a room in a love hotel, even if it was only a small and squalid cave in some old building. The man slowly started regretting he came here, even though he really needed to get laid with some hot stud and he heard that this guy can do miracles. However he didn’t see anybody inside the room, so he decided to wait for ten minutes; if nobody appears, he will go back home and do the thing he did many times already - watch some porn and play with himself. He sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

“Sorry I made you wait, I had few things to do…” A bit hoarse voice broke the silence and he saw a shorter man, leaning against the door jamb, crossing his arms on his chest. He looked like a teenager and that could be possible considering his sandy hair and wooden beads tightly around the neck. Pink shirt fastened only on one button and tight jeans emphasized his boyish silhouette.

“You aren’t underage, are you?”

“I am legal, don’t worry…” The blond guy came closer and smiled; he could be considered as cute. “So, what’s your name?”

“Matsumoto Jun… And you?”

“My name is a secret… Well, it’s more like an additional service. You can call me whatever you want. Now, let me see how can I help you…” The shorter guy stood right in front of him and pulled up his chin to look straight in his eyes. It was a bit weird, because he was just staring closely, biting his lips and smirking after a while. “Oh I see… It will be easier than I thought… Simple frustration in your relationship? Your boyfriend doesn’t allow you to top as often as you want?”

“That was… rude…” Jun pushed the latter’s hands away, but didn’t move an inch. Something in that man’s eyes was so hypnotizing, that he didn’t want to leave and moreover he wanted to feel those fingers on his skin…

“But it was true, right? Don’t worry, J…” Blond guy leaned and whispered straight to the taller one’s ear. “I’ll let you top as many times as you want…” His voice vibrated and went in his veins with blood down to his crotch, waking his manhood up. That was the moment when he was sure that he did the right thing coming here. Without wasting his time he threw the latter on bed and wanted to smash their lips together, but was stopped by those desired fingers.

“I see it’s your first time… You can kiss everywhere except my lips… Those are reserved for a special someone…” Brown eyes looked up and said lips curled into a smile. Jun nodded and attacked the other’s neck, licking, sucking and biting, ripping off the beads which flew all over the room with his teeth. He didn’t try to be delicate, oh no, not this time. Soon the button of the pink shirt followed its wooden cousins and the taller man’s tongue explored the blond guy’s chest, focusing on the nipples and enjoying every delicious sound that left his lover’s throat. The latter wasn’t passive either; unbuttoning Jun’s shirt and stroking his chest, pinching sensitive brown buds, heading lower and taking care of his belt. His moves were accurate, as if he was aware what he should touch this right second, as if he knew Matsumoto’s body very well. No wonder, he is a pro… Came across Jun’s mind, but every other thought was swept away when his exposed member was braided by the latter’s fingers and stroked in steady rhythm. He moaned and looked up, wanting to whisper his lover’s name, but he couldn’t do it, because he didn’t know it.

“Tell me your name…” He whispered, still looking at the other man’s face. Something it the shorter’s eyes shone and he breathed soft ‘Ninomiya Kazunari’ while speeding up and sucking Jun’s earlobe. Matsumoto closed his eyes and soon was pushed on his back. Blond guy settled between Jun’s legs and sucking the inner thighs he headed higher, taking his time on nibbling the base of semi-hard erection, licking the balls, sucking them and pulling gently before taking the head of the taller man’s member in his mouth. The same feeling of tight vacuum around him could bring him over the edge, but he managed to cool himself down with last pieces of will power. Just when he thought he will go insane, Kazunari moved away. The air become colder and in some weird and crazy way he felt abandoned, but after a while that seemed to be eternity, the shorter guy returned with a lube and a condom. Without unnecessary words Ninomiya took off the rest of his clothing and while looking at his client he put the rubber on and lubed the hard flesh carefully, giving Jun even more pleasure. The silence was awkward; Jun was used to small chitchats during the act, but now he decided to play by the other man’s rules. He gasped when without any warning his lover climbed on the bed and after he turned with his back to Matsumoto, he slowly sat on the erection, groaning louder with every inch. When the blond guy was filled, he froze for a while, adjusting and shortly after he start his ride. Leaning forward, he moved his hips up and down, making the bed creak in steady rhythm. Jun saw latter’s back and shaped ass moving slowly at first with grace of ballerina but then Kazunari’s motion became faster and he felt the walls tightening around him. The creak of the springs became louder and mixed with their moans and sounds of two bodies clashed against each other just to hushed when both of them, one after the other came.

“Shit…” Kazunari cursed quietly and trying calm down his breath he get off the bed and reached the wet tissues. Those were the only words Jun could hear, rest happened in silence; Matsumoto stood up after a while, get dressed, put the money on the nightstand next to big, black dildo and left the building. Something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. Of course he felt a bit guilty because he still was in relationship, but somehow he wasn’t fully happy. Seems that this pro understood him after one meeting better than a man he spent five years with. That Ninomiya guy was good in reading people and Jun was sure he will take a chance and meet him again, probably quite soon. Walking towards his car he took out a black cigarette case and lit a fag, inhaling bitter smoke and relaxing his tensed body. He would gladly give everything for a good massage; probably that teenage-looking guy will help him next time. Next time… Somehow he got excited only by the thought, so he laughed bitterly, threw the ember in the nearest puddle and drove home. Fortunately he will be alone, and will try to gather his thoughts about the relationship he was still in.

They met around seven years ago on the cruise that was organized by Jun’s father. Back then he was just discovering his true self, wandering between falling for a girl next door and dreams of hot male body on him. He was confused and the last thing he thought was getting involved in any kind of affairs, trying to focus on his studies and slow preparations of taking over the family company. He might still be young, but his father was sick and as the only child. His responsibility was to take care of the business as soon as possible. That cruise supposed to familiarize him with the rest of “the world” and tighten the bonds between co-working companies. And there he was, taller than Jun, tanned and bored, looking around like searching for the nearest emergency exit. Young Matsumoto’s heart was squeezed and his feet lead him towards the man by themselves. That was the start of their acquaintance, which soon developed into something more serious. After few months they were living together and nothing seemed to break their bond. Until… Jun started to feel strange in the relationship, like he was suffocating. He was the one that had to surrender, he was the one who had to give the full control, he was the one that had to be weaker… That was totally different from what his father was teaching him all his life, but because he loved his boyfriend he remained silent, like some defendant during arresting. But now, as a vice president of one of the largest telecommunications companies in Japan, he simply had enough. Love burned out somewhere on the way and now all that left were old habits. Sex once a week in the same position, business trips, paying bills… No hugging, no caresses, no emotions. They behaved like some freaking robots and Jun seriously had enough. Funny how one night with a whore helped him to understand that he was living like a dead man. It should stop right now, before he will start thinking about the possible fusion of their two companies… He will pack up immediately and leave; he didn’t have many things anyway - nothing he couldn’t buy later. At first, he will rent a hotel room and later he will look for an apartment by himself or will delegate his assistant to do so. It’s the first hour of the rest of his life.

***

Why did he decide to stay at the hotel right across the street from the building Ninomiya was living/working?! Was he hoping for an accidental meeting on the street?! Quite fast he located Kazunari’s window (that wasn’t hard, it was the only one with purple light coming through the glass). After a quite hectic week filed with work and explaining to his ex-boyfriend that it’s definitely over, Jun decided to meet with the blond guy again and this time he wanted to take the full control, not like previously.
He knocked to the door and felt like a school boy, who was called to the principal’s office. When nobody answered, he knocked again, this time louder.

“I’m coming! Geez, can’t you wait few minutes? Something’s burning or what?!” Kazunari opened his eyes wide when he saw Matsumoto. “Well, well… apparently something is actually on fire…” This time Ninomiya had the same jeans that previously but the pink shirt was replaced by a green tank top. His golden hair was brushed back and that small trick made his face more visible. He looked hotter than before.

“I… owe you those…” Jun waved wooden beads in front of the latter’s eyes.

“Awwww… And you came here only because of that?” The shorter man laughed. “I got used to it, you can imagine how many clothes I had to throw away because they were ripped off…” Ninomiya stopped in the middle of the sentence and let Matsumoto in, but didn’t close the door, noticing somebody he knew.

“Yo, Nino-chan… I see you have a company… Nee…” The other man lowered his voice, but Jun still could hear him. “What should I say when your big guy will come… You know, he likes surprises and I've heard that Takeshi saw him somewhere around here…”

“Tell him the truth that I am working and that he should set a date, like everybody else.”

“He’ll be mad…”

“I don’t care… Now, excuse me I have a guest.” This polite language contrasted with the loud smack of the door. Nothingin the room changed since his last visit, even the toys were in the same order. “Did you really come here just to give me that? Or maybe you wanted something more?”

“What do you think?”

“I think that you came here, because I didn’t give you the thing you needed.”

“And what is it?” Matsumoto felt like at home, sitting on the bed and watching how the purple light changed the color of Kazunari’s hair into pink. He looked like some clown before putting on his white make up and it made Jun smile.

“You didn’t have the full control and that’s the only thing that will satisfy you to the fullest. Am I wrong?” Ninomiya chuckled, threw the necklace on the nightstand, somewhere between plastic penises and leaned against the wall staring at his client in silence, waiting for any answer. The taller man sighed and nodded feeling that whole courage left him. He wanted to get up, rip off all blond guy’s clothes and take him brutally, but after that question he felt pumped from every strength to do so. Unscrupulous he lay down on the bed and looked at the shadows’ dance on the ceiling. Kazunari was right, he came here because the last time wasn’t like he had imagined but that wasn’t the only reason. He felt that this yellow-haired man understood him more than a person who was supposed to be the closest. Did he crave for apprehension so much, that he came to complete stranger to lie in his bed and stare at the walls? He felt the soft movements of the bed and heard the same creak that before.

“Do you have many clients who just came here to… talk?” Matsumoto frowned listening to his own voice. It was trembling a bit.

“Not many… I don’t like talking, but sometimes I have to. I prefer action, you know…” Nino’s fingers touched Jun’s thigh. “I can give what you need.”

This time everything was like the taller man wanted, he was leading through whole act. He made Kazunari come in his mouth and then he fucked him roughly until he crossed the edge himself. He didn’t felt this way for a long time now - satisfied and somehow happy. There was nobody who weighed him down, nothing that crushed him anymore. He rose his head high and worked hard with confidence on taking over the family business. Everybody seemed to notice his new style, because he received many questions about it. Few even spread some rumors that he found a new lover and that wasn’t that far from truth. Jun started to meet with Ninomiya more habitually and after one and a half month he even increased the frequency of the trysts. He didn’t count the money he spent on them, but it was only because he thought it was worth it. Nobody asked him about his financial matters anyway and until he was using his private money it was nobody’s business. Jun was calm and full of energy, but that was interrupted by one incident. Matsumoto suddenly wanted to see Kazunari; it was nothing unusual. However this time he didn’t set any date so there was a big chance that Ninomiya will have a client. The taller man of course was fully aware that he wasn’t the only one; he saw bruises from time to time on the latter’s body or sometimes Kazunari had to limited himself to a simple yet mind-blowing blowjob. Jun was hesitating, but recent events in his company made him even more stressed than before. His father felt worse and couldn’t work anymore and it was the most critic time now - they were a few steps from signing millions yen contracts . Still, some negotiations left and Matsumoto didn’t feel so confident then. He needed that power which only the blond man could give him. That’s why he pushed his worries and fear away and head to the building not so far from his new apartment. Covering tighter in his coat he went inside, slowly climbing up the stairs, smiling gently when somebody cut his way.

“You can’t go to Nino-chan.” The man in front of him didn’t look like a smart one. He was skinny and had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was in mess and he was shirtless. Matsumoto saw him many times before and the guy looked worse and worse with every passing day.

“Takeshi, go eat something instead of wandering on the corridor. Put some clothes on and stop scaring people!” Jun knew he was crossing the line, because Takeshi, who was only 18 years old, was really sensitive when it comes to his looks. He didn’t have any time to waste; he was craving to meet Kazunari so badly that nothing else mattered at the moment.

“Nino-chan is with the big guy!!!” The boy said with trembling voice and ran back to his room, crying. Matsumoto froze on the spot. The blond man was with another client and God only knows how long they will… Jun shook his head to let those horrible images of other man’s hands on the golden body disappear from his mind and he went to the window, opening it. He took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the city lights, waiting and wondering why he didn’t go back home. Was it because of simple curiosity? Why he wanted to see that infamous giant that anorectic kid talked about? Why he was standing like an idiot in the stairway staring in very well known door? Questions were multiplying with every passing second and he lost the track of time, when finally the door opened and he saw a tall man going out of Kazunari’s room. Jun moved closer to the window and tried to hide in the shadows, sharpening his hearing even if he hated eavesdropping.

“Kei-chan… I love you…” The tall man said with hoarse voice.

“I know, Kato-kun, I know. Now be a good boy and go home. We’ll see each other soon.”

“Kei-chan…” The man hugged Ninomiya tight and Matsumoto could swear he heard him crying. “Kiss me… I’ll pay you how much you want, just… Kiss me…”

“I can’t, you know that. This is the only thing I can’t give you.” With unexpected strength Kazunari pushed his client away and touched his cheek in some too intimate caress. Jun’s stomach was squeezed and he groaned, praying for being unheard. It seemed that nobody paid attention to him, because their conversation continued. This time Matsumoto didn’t bother to listen, watching closely the giant. He indeed was tall, taller than Jun and his hair was a mess. He looked young, but it was visible that he carries some weight on his shoulders; probably problems at work or at home, maybe some tough responsibility. Jun was looking at Kato and didn’t even notice Takeshi, who came back and stood next to him, putting his small hand on the older man’s chest. It was right on time, because Ninomiya’s client sighed and after reassuring that they will meet again soon and giving the blond guy an envelope, ran down the stairs, not even turning his gaze in Matsumoto’s way. As soon as Kato disappeared, the young boy moved away.

“Big guy doesn’t like when Nino-chan has other clients… He can be aggressive. Nino-chan wouldn’t want the big guy to hurt you…” After those words he went back to his room and left Jun who was staring at Kazunari. The shorter man looked back and bit his lips.

“Come in.” Ninomiya didn’t say anything more and vanished inside. . Matsumoto stayed for a short while, staring at the purple light coming from the room and ran outside the building, stopping in front of his home. What the fuck was going on with him?! Why did he escape!? He knew that Kazunari had other clients; it would be naïve of him to think any other way. He even heard about that particular man before, so why he reacted that way? Was he jealous? Suddenly his shoulders started to hurt; he was tensed from all that stress and as soon as he went inside his apartment he headed the bathroom to take hot, relaxing bath. Taking under consideration the fact that tomorrow he will have a tough day, Jun decided not to think about the blond beauty and that giant beast anymore. At least not today.

***

A few weeks passed since that unlucky meeting at Ninomiya’s place and Matsumoto already started to feel awkward. Maybe he was longing to see that bratty face or maybe he simply wanted to get laid and that guy was the first person who came across his mind? Whatever it was, he decided to meet with him again, but this time he set a meeting properly. The last thing that Jun wanted was to bump into the tall guy or any other Kazunari’s client. Matsumoto appeared half an hour earlier, so he decided to go to the nearest bar and to drink a beer. This way he could relax and try to prepare some speech. He had to apologize, right?
The same room, different bed. The taller man noticed it immediately, as soon as he entered the room. Nothing else changed, everything was in the same place, even the sex toys on the nightstand.

“Long time no see, ne Matsumoto-san?” Ninomiya didn’t seem to be bothered by their separation.

“I think I owe you an apology…” Jun mumbled, staring at the purple lamp as it was the most fascinating view in the universe.

“You owe me nothing. Were you busy the entire time? Come on, sit down.” Kazunari smiled and touched his client’s shoulder. “Oh god, you are so tense… Let me massage your back, I’m good at this.” Matsumoto nodded and take off his shirt, lying on the bed which didn’t make any sound. Somehow it didn’t felt right; the creak was joining them every single time almost like an aphrodisiac and now it was gone.

“You changed your bed.” The taller man stated without any particular reason.

“Only the mattress, the noise was annoying my closest neighbors.” The teenage-looking man’s hands were making miracles with his muscles, making all tense disappear with every move. “What, did you like those old squeaky springs?”

“In a way. It calmed me down.” The silence that filled the room after that was strange and almost physically heavy. Neither of them tried to break it, but Kazunari suddenly leaned and kissed Jun’s nape. “I kinda missed you… But you know I am not only yours. I have other clients too…”

“I know. I just… don't know, felt jealous?” Matsumoto wriggled a bit and turned on his back, looking in those beautiful brown eyes.

“Not of that giant…”

“You mean Kato? Yeah, he is tall. But he is one of my clients, just like you…”

“No, he isn’t just a client… I saw something… You touched his cheek like he was the only one.”

“Kato is the saddest man I’ve ever met. Probably I am the only one he has, I don’t know, I didn’t ask. But I do know he lives in his own world. I want to help him, that’s all.” Kazunari who was sitting on top of Jun sighed and tried to get up but Matsumoto’s hand stopped him.

“Stay…” He stared at the latter’s face and suddenly pulled him for a tight hug. In a strange way they didn’t do that anytime before; Jun simply wanted to do it and Ninomiya let him, repaying with only weak clasp. The shorter man was acting cold, but it was natural - he couldn’t show more affection in order to be secured from some stalkers or other obsessed men. Was Matsumoto obsessed already? Well, it was true that he wanted to meet with Kazunari more often and that he felt extremely and dangerously good with him, but can it be considered as an obsession? He was also jealous about every little gesture Ninomiya made towards his clients… Images of that desired body touched by some filthy hands and caresses he returned disgusted him, so he just tightened the embrace more.

“You will break my ribs…” Kazunari gasped, apparently being crushed.

“I’m sorry…” Jun whispered and let the latter go, still holding his hand though. He didn’t thought about having sex at that time, but the other man decided for him, leaning down and kissing his neck. Matsumoto closed his eyes and surrender to that sweet caress, squeezing the grip around the shorter man’s palm. And that was the first time when he felt it… Strange warmth in his stomach and some fuzzy feeling in his chest made him gasp and he opened his eyes, looking at half naked Ninomiya. His blond hair were combed back, you could see the black roots in them; the taller man couldn’t stop himself from touching them gently.

“Why did you dye them?”

“I don’t know.” The latter shrugged while unbuttoning Jun’s shirt and touching his bare chest gently as butterfly wings. “I don’t like that color, but somehow it became my trademark…” Kazunari didn’t react on Matsumoto’s touch in any way that could show even tiny piece of affection. The blond guy leaned again, slowly licking Jun's left nipple, making the latter shiver. The taller man stroked Ninomiya’s back, reaching down until his hand rested on the shaped ass. He wanted that man so damn much that nothing else mattered at the moment; no contracts, no work, no father’s sickness… All that was important now were Kazunari’s hands, lips and body tightly pressed to his. He didn’t notice when their clothes disappeared and when the shorter one went to take the lube and a condom and came back. Everything was like in a dream, a hot one, but only a dream. The only thing that seemed to be real was the man that right now had his semi-hard member in his mouth, licking it with his frisky tongue and pleasuring him in ways Jun didn’t even know they existed. When he was close the edge, the wet and hot vacuum was replaced by the rubber and cold lube, spread all over by Nino’s fingers. After that Kazunari turned around and was ready to let Matsumoto bury his erection inside him, but the taller man held his hips tight.

“I want to see your face…” Jun whispered and it seemed to him that the latter was hesitating for a split of a second, but before he could think more about it, Ninomiya lied on his back and spread his legs, looking somewhere above Matsumoto’s head. Meanwhile, Jun cooled down a bit and reached for the lube, pouring some on his long fingers and without any warning he pressed two of them to the pink ring of muscles until they slipped in. He wanted it to be different than usually; somehow he naively wanted to spare his lover any pain. Jun stretched the walls as much as he could in this hurry and slowly replaced his fingers with hard flesh, sliding inside inch by inch until he was fully in. Matsumoto froze and leaned down, hugging the latter and just after a while he started to thrust in steady rhythm, moaning and tightening the embrace whenever sweet noise left Kazunari’s throat. He didn’t want to rush things, craving for letting this feeling last as long as possible. When Jun felt small hands on his back pulling him even closer, he speeded up, feeling the hunger filling his veins until there was no blood in them, only the desire. It didn’t take long before he came, breathing fast and shivering. Without any word he looked at the blond man’s face and smiled, lowering himself and taking his hard member in the mouth. He sucked hard until he felt salty juice on his tongue. Jun swallowed everything and sat back up; looking at the latter’s face in silence. His gaze was wandering from forehead, eyes, through the nose till it reached full, soft lips. He had to touch them, he had to kiss them, he had to…

“J…?”

“Shhh…” Matsumoto shook his head and kept staring at Kazunari’s lips, wanting them more and more. Suddenly Jun grabbed Nino’s wrists and pinned them above his head, still with his eyes glued to the most desired part of the blond man’s body. Slowly he leaned down, fighting with Kazunari who wanted desperately to free himself.

“I told you at the beginning, right? You can fuck them, but you can’t kiss them. You know the rules. Now, let me go before I get real mad.” Jun however didn’t listen, moving closer and closer until their lips were only few millimeters apart. He was so close, he could do it, but… In the last moment he let Ninomiya’s hands go and hugged him, nearly crying from frustration. Kazunari returned the caress in silence, hiding his face in Matsumoto’s neck; the taller man could feel that he was smiling. Jun didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but apparently he fell asleep. When he woke up, he was alone in the bed, naked and covered with blanket. The shorter man was standing next to the window and gazed on the sky that just started to brighten.

“What time is it?”

“It’s early. You can stay here one more hour, then you should go.” Ninomiya didn’t even look at his client, sitting on the windowsill after a while.

“I’m sorry for… yesterday I don’t know…”

“You weren’t the first who tried that. Many people think that it’s just my whim, that I am probably the only one here who set that rule…” Suddenly he turned his face to look at Matsumoto. “I never broke it. Never. And I want it to stay that way. I’m kissing only people I love. I will be grateful if you respect that.”

“Sorry…” Jun mumbled and started to dress. Feeling unexpectedly awkward, he wanted to go back home as soon as possible. He took out his wallet and counted the needed amount, handing the money to Kazunari. The shorter man took it, recount and gave around half of them back. Matsumoto looked at the latter, surprised and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could do so Ninomiya sighed.

“Treat it like a… bonus.” The blond guy got off the windowsill and pecked Jun’s cheek, smiling cutely, absolutely unlike him. When the door was closed behind him, Matsumoto started to think. How can he know what’s Kazunari like or unlike? He was a whore; as he said at the beginning - he can be whatever his client wants him to be. Then why Jun was so sure that Ninomiya is showing his true face to him? It could be just an act; the blond man was good in reading people. Was it only a silly performance Matsumoto was paying for? A nice one, fully satisfying, but only an act? Those thoughts accompanied him on hisway home. When he was standing under a warm stream in his shower, he closed his eyes in a try to analyze his feelings. He was rich, he could have anyone, he could even go back to his ex-boyfriend, who was still calling him from time to time trying to ask him for a date. He could have a wife and children, if he wanted. His father would be happy at last; in his last days in this world. And all he wanted was a simple kiss from a man who was selling his body to anyone willing to pay. Did he want it because he couldn’t have it or was it because of some different reason? Kazunari’s face appeared in front of his eyes and the same warmth filled his stomach. He felt that only once before, at the beginning of his relationship. Was he in love?

“Impossible…” Jun whispered and turned the water off, stepping outside the cabin. “Impossible, right?” He asked his own reflection in the mirror. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he already knew the answer. The bittersweet truth.

***

Ninomiya disappeared. Matsumoto wanted to set another meeting, but when he called he received a message that his phone was turned off. After more than a dozen attempts he got bored of recording messages and stopped calling. Jun wanted to go to Kazunari’s apartment, but couldn’t do that, because of his father’s funeral and the work he had as a new president of the family company. He couldn't stop thinking about the blond man though, still trying to call from time to time. After several weeks, when he could finally take a breather at work, he decided to go to his apartment, being aware that he can find the shorter man in one of his clients' embrace. He didn’t care, he just wanted to see that Nino is safe. As expected, nobody opened the door, so he decided to stay a bit longer and wait. He also wanted to talk with Takeshi, hoping that the boy knows something, but he wasn’t anywhere on the corridor and Jun didn’t know where he lives. He stayed at the same place as before, when he saw that giant coming out Kazunari’s room doing the same he did back then - smoking a cigarette. As if the smell of smoke was some kind of lure, the anorectic boy appeared out of nowhere and pointed on the fag, asking if he can get one in that way. Matsumoto nodded and when they both were smoking he asked about the blond man.

“Nino-chan? He’s on vacations. He should be back soon; the big guy won’t stand so long without him…” The rest of the conversation was about other Ninomiya’s clients and Jun was surprised to learn, that he was one of only four. Kato, who apparently lost someone important and was looking for a replacement, a salary-man who wanted to kill himself because of his work and the fact that his wife was blackmailing him and some actor who was isolated from the outside world and couldn’t meet with anybody. And now, of course, Jun - a man that was suffocating in his relationship and was stressed because of the events that took place in his private and professional life.

“Nino-chan is a healer.” Takeshi said nonchalantly, putting out his cigarette and throwing it through the window.

“A healer?”

“Yes. He heals the lost souls…” It sounded so… romantic that Matsumoto had to laugh. A naughty and dirty man who was selling his body - a healer? It was so hilarious that Jun laughed hard and soon the young boy joined him more because Matsumoto was almost choking, than any other reason. The older man knew very well that Takeshi is serious and believes in what he just said, but it sounded like a story for kids and Kazunari was shown as a fairy godmother… Deep inside his mind he imagined that he knows Ninomiya’s true self, that he is the only one who saw his real face. The image became stronger and stronger each day, when he was coming to the blond man’s apartment and waited for him for couple of hours, whenever he could, considering his work. After a week he finally saw the long awaited purple light in the window. However this time he made sure Kazunari will be alone before he knocked to his door.

“It’s open, J.” Nino shouted from his bed. Matsumoto went inside, finding the latter reading a manga and playing with his hair.

“How did you know it’s me?”

“I talked to Takeshi, I know you were here very often, waiting for me…” The shorter man didn’t even look at Jun above his comics.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you are going away? I was worried and…”

“Who do you think you are, Matsumoto-san?! Why should I explain myself to you when I want to go on a holiday?” Kazunari seemed to be mad from some reason and Jun sighed, leaning against the wall.

“I was just worried, no need to yell at me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t put the fucking piece of paper that the business will be closed because I am leaving!” The shorter man took a deep breath and looked at his guest again. “You shouldn’t act like that. I am not your friend, your boyfriend or anything else. I am just a guy you pay for sex and let it stay this way.” For a longer while they both remained silent. “It’ll be better if you leave now. You can come back tomorrow, around 8 PM.” Matsumoto didn’t want to stay there anyway, so he just nodded and left without any word. He didn’t head straight to his apartment, deciding to go to a bar and drink alone to gather some thoughts. He hated his imagination that was sending him inexistent pictures and images. Why Kazunari should treat him in a special way!? Why he believed he knows him the best? And finally why he felt that damn warmth every time he was in the same room with that blond whore?! Was it true or maybe the thing he wanted to believe in? He wanted to push away the thought that he fell for Ninomiya; even if it was true it won’t bring anybody anything good. The blond man won’t resign from his lifestyle and he won’t make him vice president. They won’t live as a normal couple; they won’t choose new wallpapers to their apartment… Jun, you are obsessed… This thought blinked in front of his eyes like yellow neon and he couldn’t chase it away. When he finally reached home he was drunk and tired, so he just jumped in bed and fell asleep, fully clothed.
The ring tone woke him up and for a while he couldn’t remember where he was, but then he came back to reality. The hangover showed up immediately to remind him what he did last night and a strong headache almost knocked him down. Rubbing his temples, he reached for his phone and checked the message to find a text from Kazunari.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, I hope you will come today. I’ll be waiting. Kazu.”

This was the first message he received from the shorter man. Previously, even if he wanted to set up a meeting, Ninomiya called him, each time from different number. Those few words didn’t help him, quite opposite - he started to think that the other man shares his feelings and/or frustrations. What else this message could mean? Jun was so confused that he felt sick; or maybe it was because of the hangover? He called his assistant to say he caught a flu and will come to work the next day. Matsumoto took off his clothes and after a warm shower went back to bed, putting the bottle of water on the floor. He fell asleep almost immediately and after a long, dreamless sleep he woke up, rested and ready for confrontation with Ninomiya. Jun decided to tell everything he felt or thought; every single thing he heard from Takeshi and didn’t believe; he just wanted to make everything clear. And then, he will say his goodbye and won’t see that man ever again. The clock showed 5 PM, so he still had time till the meeting. Matsumoto felt better already and decided to eat something, killing the remaining time watching some stupid movie on TV. To be honest he didn’t want to go. It was the end of their acquaintance and he hated goodbyes, but this was necessary. He had enough of this obsession and sharing… Yes, Jun admitted he was jealous and wanted to keep Kazunari for himself. Wait… It was possible, right? He can pay him more, for belonging only to him… It was an option, but will Ninomiya agree? The taller man started to doubt it since this idea came to his mind, but he doesn’t have anything to lose after all. With this decision he dressed up and slowly walked towards the familiar building. Something was definitely wrong, maybe because he saw the blond guy outside, smoking a cigarette. Frowning, Matsumoto came closer and looked questioningly at the latter without any word.

“I’m glad you came.”

“What’s going on, why didn’t you wait inside?”

“Because I want you to understand something… J, I…”

“Kei-chan?!” Somebody’s voice interrupted Kazunari and Jun’s gaze looked for the source of the sound. His eyes met the giant from the other day; the tall man was standing in front of the entrance to the building and seemed to be confused.

“Kato-kun, wait inside, I’ll be right there.”

“B-but Kei-chan…?”

“I said I’ll be there soon! Wait for me, ne?”

“I will…” The man nodded and after one more glance he threw to Jun, disappeared inside the building.

“What’s the meaning of this!?” Matsumoto couldn’t hold back. “You did it on purpose, right!?”

“Yes, I did. I want you to understand something and this was the only way that came up into my mind.”

“You thought that I am dumb? Words are not enough, then let’s show him pictures! You wanted to make a fun of me? Go on, laugh!
To think that I wanted…”

“You wanted what?”

“Never mind.”

“No, say it. Let’s play open! I’ll say what I want to say and you will do the same.”

“I wanted to ask you to let me be your only client… But I guess now it’s out of question.”

“I knew you will do it, that’s why I asked you to come here today. Listen, I am not a thing that can be bought.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I am serious. I sell my body but I won’t sell my soul. Until I can choose my clients I am free. And this is the only thing I won’t sell - my freedom. Accept it or not.”

“Kazu…” Jun didn’t know if he is still mad or not. It was the first time he called the latter by his name first name and he felt weird.

“Why…”

“Why didn’t we meet in other circumstances? Why did you fell for me? I don’t know.” Ninomiya seemed to understand his question more than the taller man himself. “But I do know that I don’t want to become an exclusive. I hope you understand.”

“Call me insane but I do. However that means the end… I don’t think it will be good with my stupid jealousy and possessiveness. I think we should say good…”

“Wait. I didn’t finish yet. I think I found a way to reconcile your and my ways…” Kazunari rushed with a few steps closer to Jun and before the taller man could react, the blond man joined their lips in a kiss. After the first shock, Matsumoto returned the caress, letting their tongues dance in sweet battle. The taste of the tobacco mixed with something salty Nino ate earlier. The kiss was insatiable; Jun pushed the latter back, almost crushing him against the wall. Matsumoto didn’t want to move away, kissing like a madman, but Kazunari pushed him away eventually.

“Enough… For now…” His brown eyes shone in the dim evening light. “This is all I can give you, nothing more… Now I have to go…”

“Kazu, I…”

“See you tomorrow. And bring some wine…” The blond guy smiled and disappeared behind the door.