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Inui has a secret.
It’s something he hasn’t told anyone yet, not even Koko (and god knows how he’ll react when he finds out). It’s a secret he hadn’t even planned on keeping, in the beginning — but it’s here now, in his arms, calloused fingers gripping the front of Inui’s shirt tightly as they kiss in the back of D&D Motors, and Inui never wants to let go.
“You need to leave,” Inui murmurs against Rindou’s lips when they part, tugging at a lock of purple hair when Rindou ignores him and tries to pull Inui into another kiss again. “ Rindou.”
“Later,” his — boyfriend? Lover? What are they? — replies, wrapping his arms around Inui’s neck and pulling the taller man down impatiently. It sends Inui falling forward; he quickly braces himself on the counter behind Rindou with his hands, caging Rindou in and making him smirk.
“Do you want me to leave or not?” he teases, running his hands over Inui’s arms on either side of him. “Cos you’re not giving me a choice here.”
Inui rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move from his position. He’s too distracted by the sight of Rindou before him, flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils, and the fact that he caused Rindou to look like that, messy and breathless and beautiful.
It’s five minutes to Draken’s shift. Rindou has to go.
Inui doesn’t move.
Something must’ve shown on his face, because Rindou’s suddenly smirking up at him, his fingers tracing a path up the side of Inui’s neck to cup his jawline.
“Hey,” he says, pulling Inui out of his thoughts, “if you’re just gonna stand there until Dragonboy comes, you might as well spend the time kissin’ me, ya know?”
With a slight tug, he brings Inui’s face down towards him, his other hand moving to the back of Inui’s neck as he pulls him into another kiss. It’s a deep, lingering one this time, not the hot and messy makeout they’d spent the last hour of Inui’s shift doing. It’s softer, slower; it moves something within Inui, something raw and intangible that he can’t quite grasp, but it makes him kiss Rindou back just as deeply, his hands moving on their own to grip Rindou’s waist.
Two minutes. Draken’s never late.
They lose themselves in the kiss, the world around them melting away into this stolen moment in time. Rindou is a secret to keep, and what they have isn’t for the world to know. Inui himself isn’t sure of what exactly they have between them, but he knows that for Rindou, he’ll take it to the grave and beyond. Whether Rindou will do the same, Inui doesn’t know, but as the silence around them gets broken by his lover’s soft moans, he starts to think that he doesn’t care, either.
“Leave,” Inui pants as they pull apart, forcing his self-control to resist claiming Rindou in another heated kiss. The man looks totally wrecked, breathless and wanting as he’s pinned against the counter, and it takes all of Inui’s rational mind to remember that Draken’s probably heading their way now.
There’s a flicker of something in Rindou’s eyes, but Inui’s too slow to catch it. It looks like disappointment, but with Rindou, you can never really be too sure — he’s elusive, unattainable, a fleeting wind in Inui’s path that breezes through when it wants.
And god, does Inui want.
“Kicking me out already?” Rindou smirks, pulling himself up and fixing his clothes as Inui steps back to let him pass. Inui can’t help but stare at those nimble hands as they work efficiently through his hair, down his shirt, erasing any evidence of everything they’ve been through. Like it never happened.
“Can’t kick out what was never here,” Inui replies, his face a neutral mask as he watches Rindou head for the door. It’s the same as always, in the end: Rindou slips away unnoticed, and everything stays the same.
Except this time, when Draken enters D&D Motors at the precise timing of 6:00 PM, he’s blocked by a man on the way out.
“I’ll see you later, Seishu,” Rindou calls out to Inui, waving a hand in the air as he sidesteps Draken at the door, missing the look of pure shock on Inui’s face. “Wait for me, yeah?”
I’ll see you later.
Inui’s still staring at the door when Draken walks in, his mind scrambling to process Rindou’s words.
“‘Seishu’?” Draken echoes bemusedly, looking from the door to his colleague for an answer. “Since when were you close to that guy?”
Inui smiles to himself, finding the question amusing. It must make Draken more confused to see him like this, but what could he possibly say?
In the end, he settles for the simplest answer, which is the truth.
He looks at Draken and says with a shrug, “It’s a secret.”