Innocent Deception (10/12)
Chapter 10
Yuya sat on the low stone wall of the flagstone patio and looked around him, studying the exterior of the two-story obviously expensive house. The interior was much the same, its furnishings implying a quite opulence that he had not overlooked on his way through. Silently he chided himself.
“I like it,” he said, chiding himself. How could he have thought that Massu was after his money when he obviously had enough wealth to sustain him? “You didn’t tell me you live on the water.”
“You live on the water. I merely live next to it.” Massu said, pulling a deck chair around to face Yuya and sat down, lifting his feet to rest on the stone beside him.
Yuya shrugged. “Same thing, it’s still in your backyard.” A couple of nights earlier, Massu had asked him to trust him, and he had agreed to try. After last night, it was not a question of trying anymore. He realized he loved Massu and - trusted him. He had wanted to tell him he believed him even before coming to his house.
First, he needs to tell Massu why trust had been an issue in the first place.
“There was something I meant to tell you last night, but I guess I was too tired and I have fallen asleep.” he said blushing.
“Yes, I remember.” Massu replied. Clasping his hands behind his head, he relaxed and watched as the low light reflect in Yuya’s face. He realized he was the one he had always wanted. He loved Yuya without knowing why but it didn’t matter anymore, all he knows is that he loves him.
It is also unimportant whatever Yuya needs to tell him. The way Yuya makes his heart go doki doki with just a look or a touch is much more important. He wondered if Yuya feels the same way, and he wanted to believe he does. Surely such deep, wide ranging emotions couldn’t have evolved from one sided attraction.
He waited for Yuya to start speaking -- knowing that when he is done, he would take him in his arms and erase the worry from his heart. He decided they would love each other slowly tonight with finesse and gentleness that Yuya deserved. He will carry him upstairs, where his bed is waiting, undress him slowly and let his fingers run at the small of his back that makes him quiver with excitement. He will kiss every inch of his body that would make him melt in his arms. He smiled as he contemplated the hours ahead.
“I told you before that I thought you were after my money,” Yuya began, avoiding Massu’s smoldering eyes.
“I think I got that feeling the other night,” Massu retorted. “I thought a lot about it since then. I believe you must have a reason. I thought there must have been something that happened before to make you feel wary.”
“There is.” Yuya breathed more easily. Massu had purposely given him an opening that made his explanation sound quite rational. “My sister fell for a con artist who swindled her out of the trust fund Mom left her and then married her so that he could have a try at Dad’s money too.”
“Your father has a lot?” Massu asked as though he was showing polite interest.
Yuya nodded, swallowing hard as his gaze glanced over Massu’s expression. He saw an expressionless face that wasn’t nearly as reassuring as his unemotional questions. “That’s why Yamapi lives with me. When I decided to move out here, my father said it was either him or my aunt, and I didn’t want to live with my aunt.”
Yuya proceeded telling Massu the story from the beginning. How badly Joey had hurt not only his sister Sakura but the whole family as well.
“So Yamapi is kind of a baby-sitter?” Massu said.
“I call him my keeper. He keeps me out of trouble. Well, most of the time,” Yuya said, remembering his impromptu striptease at Massu’s restaurant. “And he keeps me company. Mostly though, he’s supposed to keep me away from money-grabbing bastards.”
“And the thought of you and Yamapi living together doesn’t bother your father?” Massu asked.
“Good grief, no,” Yuya exclaimed, ridiculing the idea with a laugh. “Yamapi used to be my Dad’s chief of security. He quit to do something else. And I kind of offered him a place to live while he sorted out the other thing.”
“What other thing?”
“That’s not my secret to tell.”
Massu let it go, thinking it had nothing to do with him and Yuya. He dropped his feet onto the flagstones and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he studied the younger man in front of him. His guess was almost accurate based from what Yuya had told him. But he sensed that there were other things Yuya left which bothers him than all the rest of it put together.
“Yuya?” he said softly. He waited until Yuya met his gaze because he knew the eyes would give him the answer before he could form the words in response to his question. “How do you know I’m not?”
“Not what?” Yuya asked, holding his gaze.
“Not after your money. How do you know this house isn’t a front? That it doesn’t belong to a friend who lent it to me for the evening so I could mislead you?”
The night took on an uneasy silence as Yuya shuttered his eyes from Massu. Massu waited though, without moving, not wanting to distract him. This was possibly the most important thing he would ever ask of him. If Yuya knew the answer to his question, then nothing could ever come between them.
“Because I trust you,” Yuya said quietly, lifting his lashes to return Massu’s gaze. It was what he had been waiting to tell him since yesterday. When he realized that he loved Massu and the assumption that he would never be hurt.
Massu could have sworn his heart stopped as he looked into Yuya’s eyes and saw the truth in them. Even with only the stars and the moon for light, he knew what he saw couldn’t be a lie. Yuya trusted him without reservation.
Leaning forward, he took Yuya’s hands in his, threading their fingers. It felt as though it was the first time they had touched. Smiling gently at him, he slowly rose from the chair and pulled Yuya from the low wall.
Yuya stepped closer, tilting his chin so that their lips met. He reveled in the knowledge that he had pleased Massu with his words. In loving him, he had discovered a capacity for trust that he had never felt before.
“I’ve never made love to you on a bed.” Massu said seductively, dragging his mouth across Yuya’s cheeks and nibbled gently on his ear.
“We’re not in bed,” Yuya murmured.
Massu’s tongue darted into his ear, and he collapsed against his chest. He kissed the skin exposed by the V-neck of Massu’s sweater.
“If you quit kissing me, we just might manage to make it inside.” Massu said, reluctantly pulling away. With his hand at Yuya’s lower back, he led him towards the door.
“I wasn’t kissing you,” Yuya corrected him, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I was merely tasting your chest.”
Massu groaned and opened the door. He hadn’t turned on any light on their way in earlier so he didn’t see the smile on Yuya’s face. Instead he heard the teasing laughter in his voice and found himself totally distracted by it. He could feel the excitement growing inside him.
Yuya stumbled over the first step at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly found himself in Massu’s arms. “Being klutzy has its own set of advantages,” he said, twining his arms around Massu’s neck as he proceeded up the stairs.
“Any excuse would have done. I like carrying you, baby,” Massu said with a smile.
“I have to confess it makes me all tingly inside.” Yuya giggled, tracing the outer shell of Massu’s ear with his tongue, causing Massu to stiffen. It was electrifying, he thought. This thing between them took so little to ignite - a lick here, a taste there, a single touch leading to another. And it was gratifying to know that Massu was as affected as he was.
“Do that again and we’ll never make it to the bed and you’ll have carpet burns on your butt,” Massu growled, ducking away as Yuya’s breath tickled his damp ear. There was only so much he could take. Yuya’s driving him insane with wanting him, and Yuya’s tongue was pushing him to a limit he wasn’t ready to reach yet.
He had promised himself slow. Slow, sweet and very, very hot. Suddenly, a vivid picture flickered across his mind - Yuya, gloriously naked, lying upon his pillows, eyes half closed, lips parted as Massu travels his head down, kissing every inch of his naked flesh. Massu gazed at his face as his eyes drifted close, leaving his other senses to deal with his own brand of erotic torture. His tongue began to draw circles in the flat stomach, dragging down to his groin and he felt Yuya’s breath quicken as his tongue darted over the tip of his -----“
“Massu?”
Massu heard Yuya’s soft voice as though from a distance. Shuddering at the intensity of his fantasy, “You called?” he managed to joke huskily.
“I think you went somewhere without me,” Yuya murmured. “Care to tell me about it?” Excitement shot through every nerve of his body in the look Massu gave him, making him forget the pause in the stairs. Anticipation was everything now, and he held the smoldering gaze as Massu resumed his climb.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Massu promised. He reached the top of the stairs and turned left into an open doorway. “In the meantime, I’ve got other plans.”
“As long as they include me ------“
Massu didn’t loosen his hold on Yuya, but changed it. One moment his feet were up in the air, the next, he was sliding down Massu’s body. When his feet touched the ground, his mouth was open under Massu’s.
It was fleeting though, his wet and exciting kiss. Yuya protested when Massu drew back, almost reeling in the sudden void of sensation.
“I’m going to turn on the light,” Massu said huskily.
Drawing the tip of his tongue across his swollen lips, Yuya saw Massu’s form move through the darkness, reaching out to flick a switch.
Suddenly, in the soft light of the bedside lamp, Yuya could see the passion darkening his eyes. Massu showed him his hunger and read his own as their eyes met. Yuya swayed, light headed with the emotions that were running rampant throughout his body.
“My mother warned me about people like you,” Massu said as he closed the distance between them. Looking into Yuya’s face, he wondered how he had ever imagined he could take things slowly when all he wanted was to be inside the younger man before he burst with needing him.
“She did, did she?” Yuya asked, mischief mingling with the desire in his eyes. A chuckle escaped his lips, the sound low and lusty to Massu’s ears.
“She said that people like you would take advantage of me if I wasn’t careful,” Massu said, stroking a trembling hand down Yuya’s back, following the curve of his buttocks with interest.
“You think I’ll take advantage of you?” Yuya purred, sucking in a deep breath as Massu’s hand firmed against his bottom, rimming the seams of the tight fitting jeans that ran between his the twin mounds of his buttocks.
“I certainly hope so,” Massu murmured. He leaned down to kiss Yuya.
Yuya submitted to his caress for a second, then when he figured Massu was as much off guard as he could expect him to get, he pushed him down onto the bed and proceeded to take advantage of him.
Later that night, with his chest still heaving from the effort to breathe, Massu wondered what other adages his mother had told him that might be of interest to the younger man sprawled unconscious atop him.
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The early morning sunlight was determinedly penetrating the curtains when the telephone rang. Massu was just stepping into the shower and he shouted for Yuya to answer it. “If it’s Koyama, tell him I’ll be in this afternoon and not before.”
Yuya rolled over to the side of the bed and picked up the phone. “He’ll be in this afternoon and not before,” he said.
Yamapi’s laughing voice responded. “Assuming I’m not going to argue with you about Massu’s schedule, could you tell me instead when you’re going to surface? Suzuna just called and she can’t get into the gallery before noon.”
Yuya swung his feet to the floor and stretched with one arm as he peered through the woven drapes at what was a beautiful day. “Good morning,” he said sweetly, silently calculating what it would take to convince Yamapi to watch the gallery for him that morning.
“I’d say the same, except I know that tone of voice,” Yamapi said wryly.
“I’m a generous man,” Yuya said. “If you cover for me at the gallery until Suzuna shows up, Ill take you out to dinner.”
“Where?” Yamapi asked.
“Anywhere you choose.” Yuya said, too excited to join Massu in the shower to bother about throwing his negotiating position.
“Tonight?” Yamapi asked.
“Maybe,” Yuya replied, though he had no intention of doing so. He and Massu had planned to spend the coming evening in much the same way as they’d spent the previous night, and dinner with Yamapi didn’t come into the agenda.
“Then I’ll have to make sure it’s expensive when I decide to collect,” Yamapi said. “In the meantime, I have that report for you about Massu.”
“Too late,” Yuya replied, wishing he had thought to tell Yamapi not to bother with it anymore. He didn’t need other sources to corroborate what he already knew.
“You’ve already told him?” Yamapi asked.
“Last night,” Yuya said. “It just seemed to be the right thing to say.”
“Then you’ll be glad to hear that everything I discovered on my end agrees with your instincts. Masuda Takahisa is not only respected in business circles, he is also well liked. And from all indications, he’s rich enough to keep you in the style to which you are accustomed to without having to bother your father for anything.”
“I knew that,” Yuya said. He laughed when Yamapi grumbled something before he hung up about being unneeded, unwanted and unappreciated. He took five seconds to do a full stretch with both arms, and then hurried into the bathroom before Massu finishes his shower.
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Yamapi was smiling as he poured some coffee. It might have been a good thing that Yuya didn’t need him this time. The younger man had to find out for himself that he trusted Massu based on instincts alone. He had seen it coming, the first time the two had met. And though the protective instinct in him rose up, one look at Massu told him there’s nothing to worry about - though it would not hurt to check in on him, just to be on the safe side. He wanted to be sure that Yuya would be in good hands. And by the looks of things, he is.
”Good morning,” said a soft voice behind him.
He turned with a smile on his face as he reached out to his lover and dipped his head for a gentle kiss. Ryo blushed at the light caress. They had spent the night together. Being curled in Yamapi’s arms last night, and now seeing him half naked with only a towel wrapped loosely around his sexy hips made him blush even more.
Yamapi chuckled in amusement as Ryo smiled up at him shyly, hands fidgeting on the side. He’s just too cute, blushing like that.
“How would you like to spend your day with me at the gallery?” he asked.
Ryo’s eyes lit up. He had thought that after breakfast, Yamapi would just take him back to his shop. He didn’t want their time to end yet. It was a beautiful day and he had half hoped to spend it with him, though he didn’t have the courage to say so.
“I would like that very much,” he said, smiling up at his lover, and Yamapi felt his heart jump up to his throat.
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this is rather short but I hope you like it guys. . . . .next chap will be the angst part. . . . . it will start on a good note but will end up rather nasty. . . .Ryopi’s cute ne?