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Aahhh..
Hajime stretched his arms. Finally, work was over and he was free to go home. It was only his second week of working here, and he had exerted more energy than he had the entire time he was working at his other job.
It was such a change of pace, going from talking with almost noone and having paperwork upon paperwork, to putting his arm around and woo-ing girls night after night. It was difficult to adjust to, but after today he really felt like he was getting the hang of it. I mean, all he really had to do was get them to order more alcohol. How hard could it be?
Today was especially tiring though. His legs hurt, his core hurt (from bowing so much at every client), he was just sore all over and tired. He was so ready to go home and—
“Heeyy~ Hajime!”
Well, what did he expect.
Ryoichi walked.. no, strutted to hajime. He looked awfully cheery, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him; but this time was different.
“You know Hajime, you did great this week!” Ryoichi places a firm hand on Hajime’s shoulder. Looking him in the eye, he says “Let’s go out for drinks tonight. My treat!”
Hajime was so close to saying no. His head hurt and he could feel his eyelids getting heavier by the moment.. but how could he say no? Ryoichi’s charming looks were too tempting. It almost felt criminal of him to even think about declining. I mean, this guy was #1 last week during payday, he could get some great pointers! Also, Hajime definitely admired Ryoichi, Mr. Charmer.
After watching him and observing him day after day (for work purposes, of course), he was honestly excited to finally be hanging out with him outside of work hours.
“Hah, sure! If you’re paying!” Was Hajime’s poor excuse for a funny response.
Ryoichi turned his body to be beside Hajime’s, and wrapped his arm behind him, resting his hand back on his shoulder. “Ahhh, you always crack me up Hajime!~☆“ He chuckled as they walked off.
The moment Ryoichi touched his shoulder, he immediately felt a tingle at their point of connection. It was electric, the feeling was so confusing and invigorating it almost made him sick to his stomach. ‘It was probably just my lack of friendship and real connections at my old job.’ He kept telling himself.
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Ryoichi pushed the door to the bar open, allowing Hajime to enter.
Hajime nodded in gratitude and walked to the bartop, sitting on a stool. Ryoichi followed soon after and sat right next to him.
“Excuse me, two glasses of shochu please!” He said to the bartender, one elbow resting on the counter and the other on his own thigh.
“Eh— shochu? That’s pretty strong, are you sure?” Hajime nervously noted. Ryoichi lightheartedly scoffed at him, waving a hand in dismissal.
“Don’t worry! We deserve it, especially after having to take Senichi-chan’s clients when he was in sick. His clients are hard to please.”
Ryoichi shuddered.
“Hah, tell me about it.. He was probably just too busy playing those games with the busty girls in them.” Hajime chuckled.
They proceeded to share their drinks, laughing about the various experiences they had had that week and anything they could talk about in general. It went fairly smoothly, although he did notice something. The more drunk Ryoichi got, the more touchy-feely he got. Not that Hajime minded, but it stirred something in him he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront.
A couple drinks later..
“Auu, Ha-hic-jime..” Ryoichi uttered out while grasping his shoulders with almost too much strength.
“Yeaaah? What’s.. up?” He slurred out.
Ryoichi looked him in the eyes with as much seriousness as his drunken self could muster, and squinted for dramatic effect, hands still gripping Hajime’s shoulders.
“You know— ahaha..” he almost couldn’t spit it out. “You know my name is actually Takeshi. Well ooookay well I know that you know that my name isnt aaactually Ryoichi, that—that it’s just a, hic, stage name.. But my real name is Takeshi~.” He mumbled out, tripping over his words.
“That’s grea-great..” Hajime says back bluntly. ‘Jeez, and I thought I got drunk easily.’ He thought.
“Wow, you know my REEALL name now. That’s so-so like.. like intimate.” The words practically fall out of Ryoichi’s mouth.
“Aha.. Yeah, I guess s—so.” Hajime nervously chuckles. Intimate.. that word was going to be stuck in his mind for a while.
“Alright, n-now what’s yoursss~~??”
“Ah.. um..” Hajime awkwardly looks around. Eh, what the hell.
“It’s Sek-Sekiguchi..” as he says this, he puts his head down a little in embarassment and scratches the back of his neck.
“Wow! I love that name, Sekiguchi-chan. Sekiguchi.. seekiiguuchhii.. HEY, can I call you Seki-chan?”
“Eh.. sure..!” Wow, that made him feel weirdly flustered.
“Ahahaha.. we’re really li-like girlfrienddd and boyfrienddd now you know.~ Having nick-hic-names and everything for eachother… intimate.~”
Intimate? Girlfriend and boyfriend? This conversation was taking a turn for the worst, and Hajime could feel it. He could feel himself slipping away because of the alcohol, his common sense washing away. He especially could tell because of the next thing he said.
“What if we-we were boyfriend and gir-boyfriend?” He said behind a smile and a humorous tone. That’d be ridiculous, getting with some guy he’d barely known. Just absurd and unrealistic. He didn’t even like guys. Right?
“Psshh, nahhh, no way. I’m too experienced for you! I bet you’ve nev-never even hhhad a girlfriend, Seki-chan.” He giggled.
“Ah.. right. Of cour-hic-se, HAH!” He tried to play it off with a loud, awkward laugh. It wouldn’t work in any other instance, but they were both too drunk to really process it.
“Also i’ve had a girlfriend mannn..”
“Yeah? I don’t-i dont believe you.. She probably broke up w-with you because you were a bad kisser.. Hahaha, you LOOK like a bad kisser..” Ryoichi slurred.
“No, not even! I can….” He took an unnecessarily long pause. “I can prove it to youu..” Hajime rebutted.
“Okay.. Do it.” The honey-blonde haired man said.
Hajime scanned Ryoichi’s expression, trying to make sense of what he just said. Was he serious? He couldn’t be.
—Was what he was thinking, before Ryoichi proceeded to rest a hand on his thigh.
Hajime went into full-on panic mode. Ryoichi stared him down with a determined, almost teasing look. A look that said “you won’t do it, pussy.”
Although a word didn’t come out of his mouth, that look fired something up in Hajime. He grabbed Ryoichi by the shoulder and rushed forward to connect their lips.
Hajime knew deep down, he really wasn’t a good kisser. That wasn’t the reason him and his last girlfriend had broken up, but it probably contributed.
When he came back to consciousness, he was still gripping Ryoichi’s shoulder. A little harder than he should’ve been, and both of their hands were shaking lightly.
Neither of them both dared to say anything. The lights of the bar kept moving and flashing above them as they stared at eachother, each person switching between the others eyes rapidly to make sense of the situation.
“That.. haha. You sucked at….” A pause. “that.” Ryoichi finally said.
“That was so baadd...” The brown eyed man put one hand on the stool he was sitting on for stabilization, and the other on Hajime’s arm. “Let-let me show you how it’s done!” Ryoichi leaned in to Hajime and put their lips together once again.
Hajime squeezed his legs shut in fluster, and kind of just as a natural reaction. It started off as a light brush, but began to devolve.
Their lips crashed together and they began to grow more desperate. It was shocking, it was like Ryoichi hadn’t kissed anyone in years with how he was acting.
The taste of shochu, whiskey, and god knows what other alcohol mixed inbetween their lips. Huffs of breath were let out between the two of them here and there as it continued.
Hajime could almost feel his body getting hotter and redder as they went on, the alcohol probably not helping at all.
They finally let off eachother and continued staring at the other person.
Without another word, they both leaned in again to continue.
As their lips, both warm and wet at this point danced together, his heartbeat increased tenfold. It felt like his chest was about to shatter and his heart would jump out; he was scared Ryoichi could hear it.
His skin was hot and flushed. He was flustered alone by the others’ experience, every move had meaning and he really knew what he was doing. Made him feel jealous of all the girls that had gotten to experience this before him.
Ryoichi brought a hand up through Hajime’s hair, which sent a chill down his spine. It made him lean further into Ryoichi, which he didn’t even know was possible at this point. He tilted his head and kept his eyes closed shut.
Hajime really didn’t know where to put his own hands, one resting on the more experienced man’s arm, the other on his own knee. He decided on keeping them there, for fear of Ryoichi feeling how shaky he was if he moved.
Panting and light headed, they both pull away from eachother. Ryoichi’s confidence had come back somehow, being shown through him licking his lips.
“6.” He said.
“6? What do you mean—?” Hajime nervously questioned.
“A solid 6.. your Technique could use some work..” Ryoichi rubbed his chin while thinking.
Hajime’s eyebrow twitched. Did he really just say that? He thought he was doing better, atleast a 7.
Hajime grabbed Ryoichi by the shirt collar and smashed their faces together. He opened his mouth when they connected and almost forced his tongue inside of the others mouth. Ryoichi gasped in shock, but not in dislike. He reciprocated almost immediately. The taste of alcohol still lingered between them, and Hajime could smell it on their combined breaths.
They grabbed at eachother while dancing their tongues together. They were both getting pretty sweaty and riled up. Hajime knew this could go south very soon, and below his drunkness and his deep desire, he knew he wasn’t ready for this. He was enjoying this way more than he was ready to admit.
He pulled away and pushed Ryoichi back. He looked defeated and Hajime couldn’t handle it, so he looked away.
“I-I’m sorry, I forced myself upon you. I won’t..won’t do that again.” Hajime lowered his head in shame.
“.. 7.5. That one was..an improvement..” he muttered. His face was hidden behind his forearm he put up to hide his flush.
Hajime looked back up at him and giggled in his head to himself. He didn’t know how to process everything that had just gone down, so he did the awkward Hajime thing and planted a hand on Ryoichi’s shoulder.
“Alllright, i’m.. heading home now. This has been fun.” He says, awkwardly chuckling.
Hajime stands up from the stool and immediately stops himself, the nausea hitting him. “Sekiguchi-chan—“ Ryoichi blurts out before putting a hand on his back in concern.
“I’m.. hrk.. Okay, Ryoichi.” He hunches over a little. His head felt like it was spinning. The kisses had heated up his insides well enough, which likely upset the alcohol in there aswell.
“Let’s get you home, Sekiii..” Ryoichi pats him on the back and rubs it lightly. Ryoichi was pretty fucked aswell, but he definitely had better tolerance than the black haired one.
They proceeded to walk—or stumble— out of the bar, slowly sitting outside on a bench to wait for the ride Ryoichi had ordered sometime in their hangout session. As they waited, the air was stale and a little awkward with what had just happened. Hajime was already falling asleep though, so the awkwardness was mostly onesided. Ryoichi held him close, one arm wrapped around him and the other awkwardly at his own side.
Hajime rubbed himself against Ryoichi’s arm in his half consciousness. This made the other twitch in surprise.
He didn’t dare say a word though. If Hajime was asleep, he was going to let him stay that way until their ride arrived. He partially, selfishly wished Hajime would think it was all a dream.
As Ryoichi was stuck in his own mind, reflecting about the past 30 minutes and their spontaneous make-out session, a faint mutter was heard from Hajime.
“Hmm?” Ryoichi hummed.
“Thank… thank you, Takeshi..” Hajime whispered out in his sleep, holding onto Ryoichi’s hand.
What a night.