iridescent | bxb

one

Tetsuya groans, his head throbbing. He'd had way too much to drink last night and it shows. Worst of all, he had clients coming in any time now. What was he doing, he was a total mess. He downed a few glasses of water and sighed. His head didn't hurt as much anymore — and funnily enough, he felt rather...clear-headed. He supposed it was because of the...activities he'd engaged in last night.

Tetsuya blushed, even the mere thought of what he'd done — what he'd allowed himself to do — was embarrassing enough.

That man's soft, gentle voice...the way his fingertips caressed his skin...the feeling of his tongue on his— never mind! He totally wasn't thinking about it!

He sighed and looked at the time. He had a whole day to go.

At this rate, he'd be here forever. Though it wasn't cringing as much as it was a longing. A fervent desire to see that man with messy pink hair, his bright blue eyes staring up at him, dancing with playful mirth. Tetsuya shook his head to clear the impure thoughts from his mind. His parents taught him better, he was better than this. He was above carnal desires, especially those of the homosexual variety.

Don't stare at those dresses, Tetsuya. Don't grow out your hair, Tetsuya. Your place is with a girl, Tetsuya.

He sighed again and signaled his assistant to send his first client of the day inside. He put on a lady-killing smile, straightening his tie as he took out a notepad and his lucky pen. He needed all the luck he could get to get through today. Yet, despite the throbbing in his chest, he greeted his client with a cordial smile and a gentle tone, and work passed by as well as any normal day. Perhaps even better, if he was so inclined.

As the sun gracefully dipped below the horizon, painting the dusk sky in a myriad of warm hues, Tetsuya stared at the business card left by the escort. Turning it over in his hands, a ghost of the man's tender touch flickers over his body. Tetsuya shivers, suddenly growing sensitive. The cool air of the air conditioning prickles on his skin. He takes out a notepad and scribbles down his feelings, trying to rationalize his rushing thoughts. He was a psychologist, after all, this is what he was best at.

'Excessive sensitivity. Foggy thoughts. Inability to verbalize emotions.'

He needed to see that man, Koi, again, that blue-eyed devil had probably laced his drink or something. He wasn't emotionally volatile, nor was he suffering from any trauma as of now, so there was likely a foreign substance interfering with him. This wasn't an excuse to see Koi again, or so he told himself, over and over again as he walked back to the bar he'd been at last night. This wasn't going to end up the same way as last time, not at all. this time Tetsuya would find Koi and make him come clean about last night's activities. He must have forgotten something, and it had to have been something important, otherwise, he'd never be antsy like this.

A deep breath, a wardrobe change, and some hair gel later, he phoned his butler to inform him he'd be home late, and he set off, his mind filled with thoughts of the pretty boy.

It was simple curiosity, right? Just human nature to want to know more. It's not like fate or destiny were drawing them together, he was taking things into his own hands, finding out what he needed to know. This was purely objective, just him trying to gather information, nothing more.

As he walks past the bar and the bustling dance floor, he spots a familiar mop of messy pink hair. Then, as if noticing him as well, the man turns to face him, an angelic smile on his face. Boy, did he look stunning. Dark eyeshadow and maroon lipstick gave him the appearance of a femme fatale, ready to pounce upon their unwitting prey. Tetsuya gulped as the man strode towards him, high heels clicking against the floor. He was in for a long night.

"Welcome back, pretty boy," Koi whispers, his breath warm against Tetsuya's lips. "I see you couldn't resist my charms."