Innocent Deception (7/?)
Title: Innocent Deception
Pairing: TegoMasu
(part 1) (part 2)
Chapter 7 (part 3)
Yuya walked into the coffee shop and checked his time -ten thirty. An hour and a half more before he could reasonably return home without breaking his promise to YamaPi to stay away until midnight. He ordered coffee, knowing the caffeine would probably keep him awake all night but too listless to request decaf.
He had known the minute his car had roared into traffic that he had made a mistake. It made no difference whether or not Massu intended to swindle him. All he had to do was say no.
What he was, what Massu was, had nothing to do with what was going on in his heart. Inside, where emotions tangled with logic and experience, he knew he needed Massu. He wanted to be with him, learn about him, share a little of his life, so that when it was over, he would have something wonderful to remember.
But he had thrown it all away when he walked out on Massu and he didn’t know how to get back.
He was on his third cup when he saw Massu’s car pulling over in front of the coffee shop. Concentrating hard on his breathing, which was no longer an unconscious activity, he watched Massu climb out of his car and stride to the brightly lit entrance of the coffee shop. Without sparing a glance to the other customers, he walked steadily across the room and sat down opposite him.
Massu waited until the waitress has filled his cup and walked away, before looking at Yuya and said, “It took me a while, but I figured it out.”
“Figured what out?” Yuya murmured, almost afraid to speak because he was certain he may say the wrong thing.
“What I have done to make you walk out,” he said evenly. “I think I tried so hard to stop Claude from bothering you about the project that I didn’t really think about how you might take what I said to him.” He waited for a minute or so, sipping his coffee, and then realizing that Yuya won’t make it easier for him, he continued.
“I don’t want your money,” he said, gazing directly at Yuya and saw relief flashed into his eyes. He was angry for a couple of seconds that Yuya had imagined what he had, but seeing that he was at least listening to the explanation, it didn’t matter anymore. “I don’t want it, I don’t need it.”
“It doesn’t matter ______”
“It matters,” he ground out. “I know you have a reason for jumping to conclusions but I’m hoping that it has nothing to do with me.”
“I thought you were trying to swindle me,” Yuya said, almost laughing because it sounded so ridiculous and melodramatic.
“So I gathered,” Massu said, wincing at Yuya’s words -- they wounded him even though he knew they shouldn’t -- “But you have disappeared before I figured that out. I realized that you ran away because you were hurt. And it took me by surprise. You’ve never done anything predictable before.”
Yuya frowned. What is Massu saying now? “What makes you say that? I have always been predictable. I don’t _____”
“Eversince we’ve met, you’ve always surprised me -- Stripping in my restaurant, serving me a gourmet dinner in your home when I had planned to take you out, and falling asleep when you have promised something else. Running away when you’re hurt is the only predictable thing you’ve shown me so far.” Massu explained.
“I didn’t strip!” Yuya exclaimed, fairly certain that was the only point he could contest with any degree of reliability.
“Moot point,” Massu said, easily waving it off. “Tonight aside, I’d like to know if we can go back.”
“Back to where?”
“To us, to nothing else but us.” Massu said, eyeing Yuya steadily.
“After behaving like an idiot? I’m not even sure what we’re going back to. . . . or where we were.” Yuya replied softly.
“The hallway,” Massu reminded him of their time in the houseboat. Of how close they have been and the heat they shared in those moments. “Everything else kind of fades.”
“You don’t care about why I ------------“
“I do care, but I don’t think it’s important right now. I just want to know if ----.” Massu stopped for a moment, unable to find the right words. He held Yuya’s gaze, not willing to risk any confusion, and started again. “I only want to know if you want to be with me.”
Yuya nodded. Something about Massu made some decisions incredibly easy.
“I need you to trust that I won’t hurt you.” Massu said. “You asked me to trust you about YamaPi.”
“That’s different,” Yuya murmured.
“Different? It depends on one’s point of view. It’s already a little disconcerting to have someone breathing down my neck, while I get involved with you.”
Yuya giggled nervously at Massu’s remark, because for the last four years, it’s exactly what YamaPi has been doing. He does have the tendency of always making his appearance known on whoever gets involved with Yuya. “I get your point.”
“All I’m asking you to do is keep your wallet closed, and trust me when I say that I won’t try to open it. Is that so hard?” Massu asked softly.
Yuya almost said -- Yes, it is - but refrained because he very much wanted to please Massu. “I’ll try,” he finally said, and he really believed he was doing the right thing.
Massu hesitated a moment and nodded. “That’s good enough. For now,” he said roughly, disappointed that Yuya couldn’t give him more, but oddly aware that he hadn’t meant to give that much.
He breathed out a sigh of relief that Yuya didn’t turn tail and run away again. There was something that stopped Yuya from believing, from trusting - a problem that only time and patience would solve. In the meantime, he ached to take him into his arms and kiss his worries away . . . . . yet he knew he won’t do that at all. He needs to give Yuya sometime to take everything in. He didn’t want to take the risk of Yuya running away from him again. Patience is what he needs. He tried to diffuse the charged atmosphere by signaling the waitress for the check.
“How did you find me?” Yuya asked softly. He knew the coffee shop wasn’t on any logical search grid.
“YamaPi figured you’d be here.” Massu said.
“I hope you didn’t interrupt anything.” Yuya said, avoiding Massu’s eyes as he checked his time. He still had another half hour to go. If he didn’t come home by midnight, YamaPi will be out looking for him.
“I remembered he had plans so I called.” Massu said and placed some bills on the table and waited for Yuya to stand then trailed with him out to the parking lot, without touching him. Even a polite hand at his back would be too much to ask of him.
In his mind, he wanted it all, Yuya’s soft body trembling beneath his, his cries of excitement echoing in his ears. So instead he asked him where he had left his glasses. Tomorrow, he thought, after Yuya has had a chance to think and clear his mind, he would ask him again to take him on trust. At the very least, he planned to discover why it was hard for Yuya to do so.
“In the car,” Yuya said, reaching in his pockets for his keys. Why, he wondered, did he feel as though he was getting into his car and out of Massu’s life? Massu had not touched him, not even once. Perhaps, after all was said and done, Massu didn’t want him anymore.
“I’ve never seen you wear them,” Massu murmured, silently cursing his weakness - tomorrow suddenly seemed so far away. He slipped an arm around Yuya’s waist, drawing him firmly against his body as he leaned back against the car. “I’ll bet they’re sexy as hell.”
Yuya arched against Massu’s arm, his body suddenly hot from the pressure of his legs. But he wanted to see him, needed to know if there’s still fire in his eyes that matched the burning inside of him. It was dark around them and he was blind to that darkness, but sight suddenly didn’t seem important anymore when Massu stroked his spine, his fingers sensitizing him through his shirt.
When Massu’s lips found the pulse point at the base of his throat, his fingers dug into the strong muscled shoulders. Massu’s touch was everywhere, his lips nibbling at his ear, his forehead. Yuya threaded his fingers into the black hair, trying to harness the motion as his mouth sought Massu’s.
Massu denied him, pushing his tongue inside his ear as his hands grasped his hips and dragged him closer. He shuddered, knew that the cries escaping from his lips were pleas for more. Massu forgot where they were as he relearned the warmth of Yuya’s body against his. Yuya was soft and firm and so very, very hot, and he couldn’t get close enough to the fire. His senses were alive and wanting, almost hurting with the need to see, to touch the intimate wonders of his body.
He wanted to look at Yuya, listen to him as he pushed him to one peak, then another. He wanted to watch Yuya explore him with his hands as he push inside of him. He wanted his mouth and hands on Yuya’s throbbing flesh as they discover the hard reality of his need.
The picture was intoxicatingly erotic.
No thread of common sense was left to keep Yuya from wanting him. He knew only the need, a deep feeling of incredible passion that drove him to pluck helplessly at the buttons of Massu’s shirt. When the light from a passing car found them, he was struggling with the third button. His fingers stilled under the hard grasp of Massu’s hand.
Massu hugged him tightly, tenderly, effectively covering him, burying his face in his hair, as they surfaced together back to reality.
“I can only apologize for the place,” he whispered, “but you make me forget . . . . “
“I feel like a teenager,” Yuya said, almost out of breath.
He pulled away - steeling himself for a long night alone because he had promised himself he’d give that to him. “I’ll follow you home, Baby,” he said softly and helped Yuya into his car and the look on his face almost made him change his mind.
“I don’t want to go home alone,” Yuya pouted. He knew he was putting everything on the line but it was important for him that Massu knew that. The slow smile he saw on his face told him how much Massu needed to hear those words.
“I’ve never known exactly where I stood with a woman before,” Massu said with wonder in his voice. “But with you, it’s all there. You don’t hold anything back.”
“Except YamaPi,” Yuya teased. He was so incredibly happy that he could make a joke out of a sore subject.
“Except YamaPi,” Massu agreed solemnly. And because he couldn’t take Yuya home, he settled for bowing his head and takes a final taste from his mouth. After his tongue had dipped into the sweetness and taken what he needed, he spoke against his lips, the movement tantalizingly sensual. “YamaPi had a date tonight, so I think I can afford to let you keep your secret a while longer.”
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Yuya was home when he realized that Massu had not said when he would see him again. He grinned and set about making several plans that involved surprising him at one point or another during his day. Grateful that tomorrow is a Sunday - he wouldn’t need to be at the gallery, Suzuna can take care of things. He stared up at the ceiling and used his caffeine-induced wakefulness to his advantage.
Finding Massu won’t be the problem. Convincing Koyama to let him play hooky might be a little tough. He decided to give it until noon. After that, Massu would be prime kidnapping material and he won’t let Koyama stand in his way
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all i can say is . . . . . . . this is a prelude to something special . . . .