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This tedious job did have its perks, one being how close he could interact with the person he truly desired. Secondly, it paid rather well, enough for him to survive and buy whatever he needed, he had him to thank for that. Well, he supposed those were the only perks. Otherwise, the job was horrible and tiresome, him being nothing more than a servant really. The thought made his lip twitch as he tried to focus on the real reason why he was here.
“Suzuki!” A voice that others feared, full of demand and lack of patience, but one that he dreamed and reminisced of every night in a different light.
“Yes?” Keeping his polite and feigned appearance, he approached the frustrated man.
Rubbing his temples in attempt to get his anger across more prominently, his object of desire sighed, dressed in his fine attire, Akira was far from being annoyed. “I asked for a glass of warmed tea with lemon hours ago!” Actually, it had only been a few minutes.
“I’ll get it now.” Akira said sweetly, occupying himself with the minimal task. In the office, they had their own little kitchenette, where he started to boil water just as someone walked in.
“Takanori!” A tall man sang as he strutted over to the said man. “How’s it going with the new design?”
“It’s going perfectly, of course.” Takanori scoffed. Akira watched as the smaller man walked over to his drawing station, picking up a large sketch of his latest design, showing it off proudly to the newcomer.
“You never disappoint, Taka!” The taller one exclaimed loudly, making him wince. Akira took the boiling water, pouring it over the tealeaves. The two men continued their discussion over Takanori’s work, while Akira waited for the steam to stop flowing off the cup. He wouldn’t want his precious Taka to burn in his tongue, now would he?
Grabbing a freshly sliced lemon, he placed it on the side of the glass, just the way Takanori liked it. Making his way over to the men, he gently placed the now warm glass of tea, away from the sketches on the table. “Here you go.”
With a wave of his hand, Takanori dismissed him. The other man however, grabbed his arm, giving a seductive smile. “Are you new?” If being hired over three months ago is new, then yes, he wanted to say but held his tongue instead.
Unlike Takanori, this man’s chest was shown bare, flaunting underneath his open shirt. His hair straightened framed his face, while Taka’s waved about in a stylish mess. Also, obviously besides the height difference, this man seemed more outwardly sexual, something that disgusted Akira.
“Taka, why didn’t you tell me you had such a handsome assistant.” The man cooed, moving his hand up Akira’s arm, rubbing it sensually. Akira stood silently, letting them have their laughs and fun, mentally scoffing at the term assistant.
“Kouyou, seriously. Maybe with a complete makeover, he might be handsome.” Takanori said bitterly, drinking his tea, elegantly he might add, as the man did everything so, completely ignoring Akira’s presence.
“Can I do it?” Kouyou looked over Akira’s lean frame with a devilish smile.
“Whatever.” Takanori waved his hand again, a signature move when he was annoyed. He continued looking over his sketches; he did have a big show this weekend after all.
“I will have to decline on that offer.” Akira spoke through gritted teeth.
“Too bad.” Kouyou clicked his tongue, looking back at Takanori, “How can you let him work for you dressed like this?” Akira looked down at his outfit, consisting of whatever shirt he saw this morning on his floor and a pair of ripped jeans.
“No one sees him, what does it matter?” Growling, Takanori stopped what he was doing, glaring at his so called friend, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“I’m going!” Kouyou laughed, giving Akira one more seductive glance, he left the office. Akira going back to his tiny table of a desk, where he did his secretarial work for Takanori.
Glancing through his bleached bangs, Akira kept his eyes on the designer’s every move. Since Takanori held no concern for others and completely disregarded his presence, it was easy to do. His gaze would always end up on those plump pouty lips, often he would wonder if they were as soft as they looked. Of course they were, Takanori did nothing but pamper himself. Either way, he wanted to actually feel them in this reality, present.
The day passed by as they usually all did, Takanori barking his orders and everyone around him, including Akira, jumping to his ever call. Since the fashion show was coming up, Takanori insisted on everyone staying late. It already being ten at night proof enough, surely everyone else was annoyed, but not Akira.
“Alright. Let’s call it a day.” Taka called out to everyone, sighs and cheers from the other workers could be heard. The designer never thanked anyone for their hard work; they all left muttering insults under their breaths. Akira stayed behind, watching Takanori check the craftsmanship of his creations, with a scowl on his face. He never did like the work of others; sometimes he would stay after hours to fix their so-called mistakes.
Looking up from his task, Takanori sneered, “What are you still doing here?”
“Do you need help?” Overlooking the look of disgust on his employer’s face, Akira asked softly.
“Judging by your choice of attire, I think no. I’ll be fine.” Takanori snapped. Akira not taking it as insult, smiled, the designer noticed him after all.
“Alright, bye.” Grabbing his jacket, he was out the door, not receiving a farewell in return. Though he didn’t go far, sitting in his car, parked across from the building that still held Takanori inside. A chill came through the window, as he puffed on his cigarette, looking at the building, waiting.
About an hour later, Takanori emerged from the building walking to his own car. Starting his own car, he put it in gear, and then trailed behind his designer. As Takanori left his car, headed into his apartment building, Akira did the same. Purposefully, he had chosen this building; easily he could watch Taka from his window, as their apartments were adjacent.
The difference being that Taka’s apartment was vast, with large windows, making it easier for Akira to watch him go about his business inside his home, while Akira’s apartment was just an ordinary one.
Sitting by his window, he let another cigarette, putting an eye to the telescope aimed at Takanori’s home. In the confines of those walls was the Taka he fell in love with. A completely different person when he was by himself, surrounded by the comforts of his home. Akira watched as the object of his affection sat on the couch picking up a little mutt of a dog and cuddling with him. It would also seem that Takanori was talking to the mutt and smiling. That smile, a rare occurrence that made Akira melt with happiness.
Although, he could think of other emotions he wanted to see upon that beautiful face. He let out a shiver at thoughts already clouding his mind. Gazing back through the scope, he let out a sigh as Takanori retreated to his room for sleep.
Getting up from the window, he went to his own bed. Shredding his clothes off, he slipped underneath the cold barren sheets naked. Closing his eyes, he imagined Takanori here with him. With that sweet innocent smile that only his mutt could see. He cringed momentarily, willing his mind to stop thinking about a dog.
The image of Takanori came back to him, in a scenario where he had him fully clothed but withering below him. His mouth stretched as he moaned out in ecstasy, now this was the face he wanted only for himself. Moving his hand underneath the sheet, he began to stroke his already hardening cock.
Imagining tasting those beautiful lips while feeling the softness of Takanori’s flushed face, he tugged on his cock harder, letting out a whimper. Takanori, no, Ruki’s face became so vivid in his mind as if the other was really here with him. Ruki opened his glazed over eyes, licking his lips and whispered, “Please Reita, I need you.”
Pumping his erection with an urgent speed, he moaned out into the emptiness of his room, “I’m here, Ruki. I’m here.” The aura of the beautiful man disappeared as a hot stream of cum coated his hand, body shaking as he rode out his orgasm blissfully.
Wiping his substance on a random article of clothing from off the floor, he fell himself back into bed. A small smile tugging at his lips, he stared over at the window, knowing the Takanori was resting not too far away. This would be his last night alone; he couldn’t bare to keep seeing images of Ruki disappearing. Tomorrow, he would make Takanori remember whom he was, then they could finally be together again. Set in his mind, he let his tired body drift off to sleep even if only for a few hours.
Akira didn’t need alarms to wake him; he always woke before the sun would rise automatically. Set in a routine, of throwing on boxers then smoke a cigarette while gazing through the telescope waiting for Takanori to do his own morning routines. Something he knew by heart, feeding the mutt, giving love to the mutt, smoking a cigarette with tea, and then a shower.
Takanori’s apartment had been lavishly furnished with high-end paintings and furniture, while looking at his own, white walls with only a mattress on the floor. If the designer lived here with him, it would surely have more color and become lively. Taka was almost ready to leave his apartment and go to work, Akira hurriedly put on any clothes he could find and grabbed his keys, heading out the door.
Keeping in a close vicinity of the other, they arrived at the office at the same time but Akira waited in his car, for about the amount of time it took to smoke his cigarette. When he walked into the office, he noticed that Kouyou was already there chatting away irritably with Takanori.
“Excuse me.” Both men stopped their chat, Takanori looking annoyed, as usual, but Kouyou smiled, licking his lips. “Hello there, handsome.”
Only looking at Takanori, he continued, “Is it alright if I have today off?”
“Sure, you’re useless anyways.” Takanori said tiredly, going straight back to his work. Such vulgar words spitting out such lovely lips, not at all like Ruki. Nodding his head, Akira continued to ignore Kouyou and left the office. He needed to pick up a few things for his apartment, because tonight he would be having a special guest, one that would be back where they belonged.