icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ He does, in fact, feel much better. So that's him coming to his feet and then stealing one last kiss by leaning over before you can stand and caging you to that bench while his mouth assaults yours.

There's no smugness at all when he pulls back, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his eyes over the state if your mouth. ]

I can go get the door while you grab my card, or would you like me to delay my entrance?

You should definitely get the door. I'll come in fashionably late.

[Or more like, perfectly timed.

Haven't people warned you yet, Josh, about how horrible your boyfriend can be?]

[ What part of this is horrible? Because he's so totally okay with the fact that you're okay with how possessive he feels over you. Even if it is ridiculous. ]

I'll get the door.

[ One more peck on the cheek and he's heading to the main door, expression back to how he normally is: relaxed, casual, looking like a college kid who just happened to be in this particular house. ]

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[And what you'll see is a young, fairly good-looking man bearing the food that you've ordered. No delivery boy, this one, in his suit and tie, with his slicked back hair and good manners.

You're also going to get to watch his face shift into something close to a puppy's disappointment over not getting a treat when he sees that you're answering the door instead of the one he was hoping to see.

"Ah... good evening."

Now watch him as he quietly tries to hide his thoughts (Who is this guy? What the...) even as they're writing themselves all over his face.

As for your boy, well. He's taking his time about getting that card. Just as planned.]

Hi, [ he shouldn't feel the way that he does. This is a stranger who clearly doesn't know any better, but there are only so many things, Josh is realizing, that he can take where it concerns Hikaru. With Makoto, he'll take the flashes as instructional. With this one, he surprises himself with the thought that if the food is as good as the Blade King has promised, it would be in the best interest of all if things were cleared up right away.

Making a show now of looking for his card and then shaking his head. ] Sorry, must've left the card inside.

[ One hand braced on the door now as he turns to call back towards the house. ] Babe, I think I left my card in the kitchen, can you check? Food's here.

Will do!

[From the way he's responding, you wouldn't think that he had to beat back the very real urge to laugh. As things stand, he's going to have to wipe that grin off of his face...

There we go. Coming around in a few heartbeats, and immediately attaching himself to your side as he's handing the card over.]

Here. [Then, to the owner:] Hi. Thank you so much... Josh and I are pretty hungry, and I was just telling him how good the food is at your place.

["R-right, of course... it's no trouble."

Achievement Unlocked: Friendzoned Somebody.]

[ You are terrible. But he's going to even be worse because that's his arm coming around your waist in what appears to be a totally casual move on his part to acknowledge how you've attached yourself to his side like you belong there ( which you do, that is not up for discussion ) and the way he effortlessly drops a kiss into your hair with a smile as if acknowledging what you just said.

It's awful, how much he's enjoying this -- and he'll likely feel bad about it later, when his conscience kicks in -- but it's not as if he wouldn't have done this anyway, had he not known that the guy standing like he'd just seen the last of his half-imagined chances dissipate with the confirmation that you ARE involved with someone.

( Josh knows the people you've been involved with, okay, and he knows how his own hope with you would have been like attempting to throw the ball from over forty yards towards the opposing team's side with just 2 seconds remaining on the scoreboard's clock. ) ]

I've heard a lot of good things about your place. [ Small town boy charm now, all shy smiles and genuine earnestness. Because he has, somewhat, but the guy doesn't need to know when he'd heard it and from who. ] It's pretty great that you deliver.

[ It's not a lie, mind. Just the careful placement of words that could be taken at face value.

Sliding away now from your side, Blade King and taking the packaged food from the guy's hands because he looks so painfully disappointed it's a bit heartbreaking. Just a bit. ] Here, let me get that so you can show me the damage.

["Sure."

Gotta hand it to this man: he can shore himself up pretty damned quickly and focus on the Task At Hand, especially when money's involved.

Hikaru's content to watch the rest of the exchange in silence from this point on. He even lights up a cigarette as Josh handles the payment. This might just be a subtle but significant reminder of why all of his dossiers have the same description for him: "a high-functioning sociopath".

Anyway, at the end of it, the owner retreats as gracefully and as quickly as he could manage, and he doesn't even bother saying much else beyond tossing a (forced) smile in Hikaru's direction and a "Call me anytime".

Of course.]

[ And Josh notes that without watching things outright: a glance here, a look right as the guy steps away and retreats into the walkways of Kibo that will lead him out.

When he looks like he's out of sight, his arms are coming around you, chin resting on your shoulder. ] Let's go eat.

[ A part of him feels just a little bit sorry for the guy. Just a little. There are more pressing things at hand. ]

Yeah.

[He'll bend just enough to plant a brief one on your mouth before unraveling himself from your arms. Give him a bit: he'll set the plates and put everything where it's supposed to be. You're welcome to help him out or watch him as you will.

If you were to ask him, he did not particularly feel anything about what just happened. Maybe it's cold, maybe it's wrong. Either way.]

[ He'll elect to watch this time, because he still does feel like if he touches you, it'll be difficult to stop. The last few minutes are an example enough, in a way, and he'll be honest: you're distracting, you're enticing without even actively thinking to be, and he's realizing that he's more than a bit skin-starved for you.

( That, and you'd just told him, before the necessary interruption of your food delivery, that you don't mind him touching you in the least. )

Leaning sideways, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pants as his eyes follow the way you move about. ]

Answer me one thing? [ You'll note that there's an underlying hint of curiosity in his tone. ] Who started flirting with who?

He started flirting with me. I believe he thought that he'd make a much better distraction than the Vigil would, since he's ridiculously in tune with world politics, and I also think he was trying to prove something to his father.

[This one's rolling his eyes and giving you a Look just as he's setting the plates and chopsticks down for the both of you.]

You get daddy issues, misplaced pride, and the wrongful belief that I wasn't marrying the Princess of Japan because I was desperately tortured by my sexuality, and you have that boy.

[Yes. He just called him 'that boy'.

Nearly everyone in the Fifth World is young compared to your boyfriend, Mr. LaRue.]

[ You'll see the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth before Josh moves from that doorway, and then you'll find yourself caged to the table with his mouth slanting right over yours. ]

Then I am so not sorry that he's going to need to check his life choices.

[ The guy seemed nice enough, but just because someone seems some way doesn't necessarily mean that they are. Besides: You? Tortured by your sexuality? Give him a break. The guy clearly needs to get his eyes checked.

Ending that kiss and pressing one right above your brow. ]

Mmm. The food smells great.

[ So do you, by the way. But that's kind of a given. ]

[Has he told you how much he loves the fact that you're so easy with your affection? He should probably tell you someday.]

Feel free to dig in already. I'll grab drinks for us.

[And heading over to the booze pantry, because yes, he has an entire pantry for alcohol.]

Want anything in particular?

[The two of you might need it later.]

[ And he's sitting down and setting out food on both his plate and yours. ]

I'll have whatever you're having.

[ Because, yes, he knows he will likely need it. Dinner can only last so long before you both start talking about the thing that you need to discuss. ]

Yamazaki it is.

[Because he's pretty sure you haven't tried Japanese whiskey yet, and it is perfect for situations like this.

He pours for you both once he has the bottle and the glasses, and then it's down to business with that food.]

[ He's unsurprised by how great the food is ( he trusts your taste ) and he takes his time sampling everything before he helps himself to second servings.

That whiskey is also pretty amazing, though his first taste of it had him leaning back as the burn went down to settle in his stomach.

Yes, that's your boy taking a breath before he reaches for the water. ]

[...And stop right there. He'll pour for you. This is his house, after all, and he IS Japanese that way.]

At the risk of sounding creepy -- [Not that he actually cares, but it does need to be said] -- I could watch you eat any day.

[He could watch you do anything, really. You're horrible.

(And yes, this is him trying to dispel at least a bit of the tension here.)]

[ He sees what you're doing and he's all the more grateful for it.

He's also going to catch that and of yours and press a kiss to the center of your palm before he pulls back and takes a drink from his glass. ]

So you mean what I've been doing all this time counts as creepy?

[ Teasing, just as he's rubbing light circles over the back of your hand with his thumb. ] Because, you know, I do that. Watch you eat.

When I can, anyway.

[Chuckling at that, then withdrawing just to fetch his cigarettes.]

Then I suppose we can be creepy together.

[Couples are more than allowed to be weird!]

[ Yeah, chuckling now. ]

I am oddly okay with this.

[ The conversation is due. He knows that much.

He has absolutely no clue how to start though. ]

[And he won't press. He'll wait for whenever you're ready.

While he's doing that, of course, he's cleaning up for the both of you, and filling both of your glasses again.]

[ There's a faint smile on his mouth before he goes for his cigarettes.

He doesn't light up right away, and he's playing with that lighter again. ]

...I don't know where to start.

You could pick up where we left off earlier.

[That seemed like the most logical place to start at, at any rate.]

[ A soft, wry laugh. ]

You mean the part where I had to say no to the idea of sleeping with you because it wouldn't have been you?

[ He's not trying to make light of it because it doesn't matter -- on the contrary, the subject's a complicated one that he's not quite sure how to handle. ]

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