君と僕の関係
[Kimi to Boku no Kankei]
By Bayou
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Part 2
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Shogo stretched his legs below his work desk. They were too long that his chair rolled back when he accidentally kicked the bottom rear of his desk.
It bumped onto someone.
"Ouch."
Shogo turned and saw Kawaguchi Kiriko, his superior, who got hit by his chair.
"Sorry Buchou," he said.
"You have to be careful with those long legs of yours," Kawagushi smirked playfully, leaning back purposely and stare at Shogo's long legs below the desk.
Shogo pulled back his legs and hid them below his chair.
Kawaguchi chuckled.
"Just go take a walk and stretch your leg," she kindly said, "Just be back here in 15 minutes."
Shogo energetically stood up right away. In his full height, Kawaguchi's crown was only a little above his chest, but not enough to reach his shoulder, even when she was wearing 8cm stiletto.
"I'm leaving," he saluted, then stroll away.
Leaving Kawaguchi who was chuckling over his weird behavior. He acted like a child with that nonchalant face of his, which seemed very odd.
The tall man didn't know why. He should be still disappointed with Takashi. But without realizing it, his legs led him to the elevator, heading to the floor where the illustration division office resided.
By the time he got there, he saw the illustration division office's door was wide open. He could hear a familiar laughing voice from the inside. It was Ooguma Kyou's deep baritone voice. Though the boy was larger than him, and literally looked like a big bear, he was adorable. The kindest hearted person anyone could meet. He liked him. In a friendly way, though.
The other voice was Takashi's. He loved that crisp tenor voice. And when he sang with it, he'd sounded exactly like Michael Buble.
He wanted to greet them, but when he stopped by the door, he saw Takashi was playing fight with Kyou. Strangling the boy's neck in jest. He knew that it was nothing, but he couldn't help being jealous. He dropped his gaze, turned, and left.
"Sho-chan!" Takashi's voice called as he ran to chase him.
Shogo walked faster and turn to the empty corridor where the emergency exit presented. He chose to walk the stairs down rather than taking the elevator, where he thought Takashi would chase him after.
But just when he entered the door, a hand caught him and slammed him to the wall behind the door.
"Why did you run?!" Takashi growled while staring at his partner's eyes intensely.
Shogo needed to look down to meet his eyes, since Takashi eye level was on his chin. He turned his head to the other side, avoiding the intense gaze.
"I didn't" he said, "I was just taking my time walking around and stretching my legs."
"You've been in foul mood since this morning. Have I done something wrong?"
He doesn't even notice, Shogo sighed.
He brushed his short hair back, "It was nothing," he said, "I just don't feel well."
Takashi sighed in relief. "Thank god! I thought you were mad at me."
Shogo's looked at Takashi in a barely visible disbelief expression. Takashi was smiling widely.
When Takashi's face got closer and kissed him, Shogo didn't resist. Takashi slid his tongue in to Shogo's half-opened lips and stroked his partner's mouth-roof, the back of his teeth, and chased the other man's tongue that was retreated back deeply and emitted a shudder from his throat. Rubbing his half erect penis beneath his jeans onto Shogo's, it only took a few strokes to make it fully erect.
Takashi was a beast when it came to sex. If he got turned on, he'd do it whenever and wherever he wanted it to. If Shogo didn't protest determinedly, he surely would do it in public places without hesitation. Well, that's another reason why Shogo couldn't top him either.
Takashi's hand moved to Shogo's waist line, trailing it from the side with his forefinger before reaching the buckle and undid it.
Shogo caught his wrist.
"We're at the office, Kanoe-san," he used polite formal speech he usually used in the office. Warning Takashi by its strict tone.
"Nobody comes here unless there's a fire or an earthquake. Or some mid-eastern terrorist barged in and then a SWAT team came to the rescue—let's inserts Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claude Van Dame, Jean Reno, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tom Cruise, Keanu Reeves, Bruce Willis, Martin Lawrence, and Will Smith along the way. [Yes, Takashi was so in to Hollywood's action movies] A lot of explosions, gunfire, impossible martial art fighting. Setting the hostages free and took them out using this emergency exit. Then, at that time they would catch us here while we're smexing each other. That is, before they kill the entire terrorist."
It was a joke.
Shogo was laughing inside, but on the surface, his face didn't twitch even a little.
"You're laughing," Takashi grinned.
"I'm not," Shogo denied.
Takashi kissed him lightly on the lips, "Oh, c'mon. How many years do you think I've known you? I can tell your facial expression even if you didn't have one."
"You think I'm boring?"
"Boring?" Takashi asked back in disbelief. Looking at his partner as if he was giving the stupidest question on earth. "No way! Far from it! It's always fun to play ‘guessing Shinonome Shogo's expressions' all the time. It makes me happy when I know I was right."
Shogo circled his arms around the shorter man's neck and connected his forehead onto his partner's, closing his eyes, feeling happy.
"It's good to see you happy," Takashi said, hugging Takashi's waist and intertwined his fingers on his back, pulling him closer. "But once in a while, I want to see a real smile showing on your face."
"I'm not smiling?" Shogo asked, pulling his head back, gazing at his partner.
"No," Takashi tilted his head, "Your lips stay on a straight line. When you're smiling, your lips are supposed to be curving; making U shape. A bowl shape when you're laughing. And O shape when you're surprised."
Another joke.
"There you go, laughing in silent again. If you're laughing, you should be saying "ha ha ha"."
"Ha ha ha..." Shogo said in monotone voice.
Takashi laughed. "Ok, stop there. That was the worst laugh I've ever heard. It wasn't supposed to be done by force. It has to come from your heart," he pointed his forefinger at Shogo's left chest. "Laugh to your heart extent, like you mean it."
Shogo pouted invisibly.
"Geez... don't pout. I just have no idea what had happened to you that you lost all your facial expressions," he sighed, attaching his head on Shogo's chin.
It was entirely your fault, Shogo complained inside his heart. And luckily Takashi didn't look at his face, if he did; he surely could guess what's on his mind.
"So, shall we continue, then?" Takashi smirked, shoving Shogo's hip to the wall.
Shogo pushed him and turn their position around.
"No, I don't want to do it here. If you're horny, I'll give you a head. Then we can continue at home."
Takashi paused in a thought, then shrugged nonchalantly, "Works for me."
[To be continued]
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