One last chance

It's been a while

'Kirishima, are you alright?', the dashing editor heard it from afar, but it was much more like a whisper, when in fact it was Hakamara shouting at him since the music in the bar was louder than their voices. Kirishima was busy looking at his two months lover sitting on a stool cross-legged, his hands on the encounter while his head up observing his surroundings, the 34 year old father being out of his field of view. On the one hand, he was relieved not to be seen with his tonight date, but on the other hand a voice inside him begs Yokozawa to turn his head and spot him on the far away table.

He wanted so bad to spot him and so bad to make him jealous that he finally found a woman to date with. Several minutes passed and suddenly he felt a presence coming their way, making him jolt in surprise but quickly composing himself when he saw that it was the waiter taking their orders. Hakamara started by ordering a glass of sangria and Kirishima continued ordering a traditional sake, accompanied with a plate of sushi which they're going to share. The waiter nodded his head, gave his gentle smile and began walking towards the bar, the menus tagged under his arm.

Once he was out of view, the editor in chief continued his task, observing the young man that loves too much drinking his beverage which was no other than beer

'Even off duty, he is very careful with what he drinks. Classic Takafumi', he thought and chuckled remembering how many times he was coming to their cottage and was always drinking a can of beer when he had the day off.

God, how wasted can he be if he drinks more than the normal?

He is going to test it one day when all of these stop because as a matter of fact, he misses him so much. He never wanted to go on a date with anyone besides him, he never wanted to accept the challenge and try to find a mother for Hiyori and he never wanted to be here in the bar, drinking a sake accompanied with a woman.

All he wanted was to forget their quarell and continue their lives as a couple again, but maybe it won't be so soon. Suddenly, he had the urge to talk to him and so he stood up, ignoring the questions coming from Hakamara and walked towards Yokozawa, with the excuse that he needed to ask the barman to bring quickly their orders since Hiyori was in the cottage with Rotoko and wanted to be there earlier.

Once he reached the bar encounter, he asked them to bring the beverage and sushi earlier but he didn't return back to the table because they informed him that their orders would be ready in few minutes. So he waited next to Yokozawa, who probably hadn't noticed him yet.

'God, even next to him, my cock can't fall down. He is too attraaaactive -', he stopped his train of thoughts by the time he saw the outfit the 28 year old investigator was wearing; black skinny jeans that hugged his legs, a slightly tight white with black stripes t-shirt, black boots that stop just above his ankle and a black watch decorating his hand.

Overall, he was a handsome and at the same time sexy man with clothes that emphasized his eyes, his hair, his skin and his body more.

'Yes, with this view, my cock isn't going to fall anytime soon', Kirishima thought to himself while looking at the man next to him, his hand on the bar encounter supporting his weight, his legs crossed and his other hand fisted on his hip. Unfortunately for him, he was looking at Yokozawa for a long time because he felt two steely fiery grey eyes looking at shining almond ones. The chief editor gave his usual grin while the guard gave him a frown, which made the elder grin more because he knew that this frown meant that Yokozawa missed him as much as he missed the other.

"It's been a while"

"Yeah, it has been. What do you want?", he asked, taking a sip from his beer, never averting his eyes from the curly haired man