Chapter Text
Aoi was laying on his back in his double bed, a bowl of popcorn on his chest. He was watching a tv series his friend, Kai, recommended him so many times. He finally grew tired of that old prick talking about it over and over and put it on. Sons of Anarchy . The plot didn’t swallow him yet. Mediocre. But the soundtrack was nice. A renewal in his Spotify playlist was needed anyway. Okay, maybe the main character was pretty hot, Aoi had to admit. He always had a thing for blonde dudes. Quite unfortunate, taking into consideration he was living in Japan.
A bling of a new incoming message resounded in the room. Aoi looked at the empty side of the bed, where his iPhone was lying abandoned. Frankly speaking, that whole side of bed was empty most of the time, except those occasional one night stands he had. And lately he started having more of those. How come? The deep hell of online dating.
Yes, he was getting old. He was about to turn forty. Yes, living alone for the past few year was fun. But falling asleep by himself was getting lonelier and lonelier with every night. Yes, he was getting lonely, big deal. After all everybody sometimes craves a genuine hug. The one that will make your insides dance around. Or a kiss so deep and full of love it would make the whole room spin. Or a pair of hands to massage your tense back after the whole day of work, maybe with a little nibble on the nape…
That’s it, enough. You are getting in your head once again, you moron, Aoi scolded himself mentally. That was the biggest problem with him. Aoi was such a hopeless romantic. He wanted flowers, he wanted to slow dance around the room with somebody, he wanted a cute good morning message everyday. Those ones with a lot of heart emojis.
Maybe he has been in few relationships throughout his life already but the sparkle that was there in the beginning somehow always died. But it wasn’t enough to kill his romanticism. It just made him think more and more often that maybe there was no one there for him after all.
Or maybe I am just not enough for anyone, Aoi thought as he unlocked his phone. Tinder wasn’t romantic friendly so he never kept his hopes up. He pressed on the new notification that popped out. Apparently he had a new match. Aoi sighed deeply as he scrolled through the app to check out the profile of that person. And the first picture was definitely feeding his blond-dudes-hungry eyes.
It was a picture of a guy roughly his age, maybe slightly younger. The guy had blond hair with a slight undercut peeking from underneath it. A selfie angle the picture was taken from and the loose Deftones t-shirt allowed Aoi a peek on the skinny chest. It was definitely hot. Especially those two eminent collarbones. Aoi’s eyes travelled up the long neck, clean-shaved chin, finally reaching the plump lips. And they were looking quite kissable. Aoi caught himself on unconsciously licking his lips. Stop. Chill out. You’re forty, act like it, goddamnit, he scolded himself in his head.
As Aoi tapped on the screen to see the second picture, he read the age and name of the guy. Uruha, 36. Not bad, he decided. The second picture finally loaded. Uruha was sitting in a chair with an acoustic guitar. He was looking at the instrument and smiling softly. And Aoi thought he looked even more stunning with a smile on his face. It would be nice to be a reason of such a gorgeous smile. ‘Stop you pathetic idiot’ this time Aoi grunted out loud at himself.
Uruha appeared to be a really handsome guy. It was a sin that in this picture his chest was completely covered by a silky, neon blue shirt. Definitely, it wasn’t the most fashionable item of clothing. And it wasn’t flattering his silhouette at all. Aoi’s eyes landed on the younger’s feet. Not that he necessarily had a thing for feet. Especially those ones in crocs, Aoi shook his head. Uruha might have been hot, but fashion sense? He had none. Maybe Aoi wasn’t the one to judge it, laying in his furry oversized sweater. But crocs? Seriously?
Just in time when Aoi was to tap on the screen to load the third photo, there was a window popping out, saying that Uruha sent him a message.
URUHA: What makes you interesting? (^ω~)
And Aoi couldn’t help himself but let a low chuckle out loud. What is up with that emoji. Then there was a more serious question in his mind. What he should reply with to Uruha. Was there anything interesting about him anyway? Should he play it cool and immediately share something about himself or was he supposed to think of some kind of funny response?
AOI: Nothing, really. I’m just a dude, making ends meet, you know. Looking for someone new to meet.
You are so lame, Aoi thought. But he really didn’t like advertising himself. And that is why no one is interested in you, idiot. When there was no sign of a message back in over a minute, Aoi assumed that he successfully scared another hot person off. Good job.
URUHA: Correction: a handsome dude.
That was straight forward, Aoi thought. Well even if he could work out a one night stand, it was worth it. So he activated his flirting skills. Who was he kidding, he had none anymore. They sounded more like very bad dad jokes.
AOI: Then that’s the first thing we have in common, I guess - being handsome ;)
URUHA: Well, maybe there would be more, if you told me something more about yourself?
So Aoi did. And in return he learned more about Uruha. He was a game designer in a foreign company, in his free time he played guitar and online games. Huge soccer fan. But enjoys watching other sports as well. He loves traditional Japanese architecture and loves travelling in random places in the country.
The familiar melody of an ending theme of the long forgotten tv series he was watching few moments ago made him realise how much time he spent just laying there and talking with that stranger. Moreover the conversation was flowing really well so maybe this could be a start of something promising.
‘Just don’t get your hopes up, you dumbass’ Aoi said out loud as a reminder to himself.
Yet there he was few microseconds later, sprawled on the bed, wondering if those lips of Uruha would feel good against the skin of his neck.