BL Lemons and Fluff!

AmeriPan Lemon

//wowie, this will be a lemon! Also, warning for voyeurism and loooots of words.

Foreign Branch of
Business

Alfred was a pretty good worker, for his age. He was 25 and one of the best in the American branch of his company; his profession? Game development.
He wasn't surprised when he was asked a big favour: make sure the representative of the Japanese branch was well taken care of. Alfred accepted, figuring that the representative would be some tired, old guy. He was surprised when he arrived at the airport and saw who he was picking up.
He had only been holding the sign that said 'Honda Kiku' for five minutes (because he was running later than he should), when a short man walked over to him.
"They sent someone to pick me up?" He asked Alfred. Alfred nodded, too caught up in how cute the man looked. Alfred lead the man to his car and grinned over at him. "Don't forget to do your seatbelt."
The man nodded, and soon they were moving. The ride was quiet and Alfred started to feel nervous, so he broke it. "So, your name is Honda? Like the car?"
The man turned red and looked at his lap. "Um, Honda is the... What do you carr, uh, famiry name."
"So it's your last name? Then you're named Kiku!" Alfred said, drumming his hands on the steering wheel absentmindedly as they sat at a red light.
"N-no, prease just carr me Honda!" The man said quickly. Alfred thought that he looked SO frickin' cute with such a bright blush, and he jumped when a horn honked behind him.
He went a bit fast at first, then calmed down a bit. "Why though?"
"Where I'm from, onry those who are crose to you can carr you by your first name." Kiku looked up at Alfred, the blush fading from his face. He looked really nervous, and Alfred had a sudden thought.
"This is your first time out of your country, isn't it?" He parked the car in the company parking lot and looked back at Kiku.
"Hai... So much has gone wrong in just a few hours, as werr. My hoter room wasn't booked far enough in advance, so I don't know where to stay; I don't have any money because my bag was mispraced; I-"
"Woah, woah, hold up!" Alfred said quickly. "You were just gonna keep this to yourself, weren't you? Dude, don't worry! You can crash with me!"
Kiku's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. "I wourd hate to bother-"
"It's no problem, really." Alfred insisted. Kiku would be staying for two months, so it would only be nice of Alfred to help out. "Let's go get you set up!"

Kiku was slowly adjusting to American customs, although he still insisted on being called Honda. His English was getting a bit better, and he and Alfred were getting along well.
Currently, Kiku was looking over some of Alfred's zombie designs for Resident Evil 8. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, so he screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder suddenly.
"Yoooo, Honda!" Alfred grinned, leaning over Kiku's shoulder and looking at the screen. "Whadda ya think of my work?"
Kiku blushed slightly. "U-um, they're good. You might benefit from a bit more gore though... Oh, but I enjoy what you did with the main character's partner!"
He gestured to the horrific images on the screen and Alfred grinned wider. "Oh, thanks man! It really matters coming from you."
"Y-you think so?!" Kiku looked away to hide his blush. "I-I mean, I'm just a random guy..."
"No way! We're roomies and besties man!" Alfred stood and clapped his hands once. "Anyways, it's time to go. You're working like, thirty minutes overtime."
Kiku looked out a window and blinked in surprise, seeing how dark it was outside. He logged off of the computer and turned off the monitor, then turned to follow Alfred to the car. "I didn't know it was getting so dark. I'rr make dinner to make up for keeping you so rate."
"Aw, yeah! I'm starving!" Alfred cheered. He started the car and began to drive home. (Of course, after seatbelts were buckled)
Kiku looked out the window as he pondered over his situation, his hands clasped in his lap. He had expected his stay in America to be a lot different. He didn't think he would be so welcomed, let alone by such a handsome guy! He was pretty nervous staying at Alfred's house; he was gay, and he wasn't sure how the American would react. Alfred wasn't the average, wimpy nerd like Kiku, and as much as Kiku feared Alfred beating him to a pulp... He couldn't help but imagine those strong arms around him in the middle of the night.
When they arrived, Kiku went to the kitchen and made some fried rice, still caught up in his fantasies. He was a pretty expressionless guy, so he was sure he was hiding his interest well...