The Millimetres In Between Us

Two - Dating with an Elite

Today's Saturday.

And regularly, on a Saturday noon, Iason would bug Riki out of bed no matter how tired he was. The guy was like a robot, he's fine just sleeping for three to four hours a night no matter the activities he'd be doing daily. It's like he have this wireless energy reserve from somewhere secret that Riki could never find out about.

"Leav' me alone. Jus' need another hour..." Riki mumbled as Iason started to lift him up from his king-sized bed.

"I'm taking you out on a lunch date. Have a bath first."

Iason held Riki in his arms so firmly that Riki wouldn't even bother to struggle anymore. The first time Iason lifted him up without any warning, the Blondie got a scratched cheek. He did apologise for it, but Iason just kissed him all over his face. That was an embarrassing memory. They're so awkward back then, during the first stages in their newly developed relationship.

They were introduced by both Guy and the club owner, Katze, and the rest was history.

"What for? I can just cook brunch here in your big ass unused kitchen." Riki said nonchalantly as Iason made him lean on his chest in the big bathtub, back to front.

Iason started to lather and massage Riki's shoulder with a loofah.

"It's not unused... I'm just absent most of the time."

"Says a Jupiter Inc. heir. You shouldn't be wasting your nights waiting for- h-hey!"

"Being with you is never a waste of time. Remember that, Riki."

"STOP TOUCHING THERE-" Riki tried his best to loosen up Iason's hand around his balls. This Blondie has no limits.

"I desperately need you to r-run out of battery soon- mmm!"

Iason's kisses were the only things that could subdue Riki's defiance in record time. They always made his brain go mush... and he wouldn't be able to resist what comes next.

-

"Who said that we're going out on a lunch date before?" Riki asked Iason as he munched his late brunch on bed.

Iason hand-feed him another portion of food. "I changed my mind. Tomorrow."

Riki looked at the poker-faced Iason to make a point.

Iason stared back at him shamelessly.

He and his friends always went to the racing track on Sundays. It's their racing day. And Iason always tagged along and watched from the VIP seating. Sometimes, even Katze joined Iason.

"Can we at least have a dinner date, tonight?" Riki asked quietly. The please was in there somewhere, so he could only hope Iason caught on to what he's trying to do. Riki never begged before in his entire life, so he's not going to say it out loud anytime soon.

Iason finally relented. "Dinner tonight. Formal wear."

"I don't have those."

"We'll go out for a fitting after this."

"Don't spoil me anymore, Iason."

"It's important to me to do everything I can for you."

Because he can, huh... Riki thought to himself as he stopped talking back. There's no helping the bloody rich-ass boyfriend.

Iason continued to hand-feed him.

-

"Excellent." The tailor scrutinized his tux-clad body as he circled Riki slowly.

"Everything fit just perfectly, Sir Riki doesn't even need any modifications, Sir Iason."

Iason nodded. "We'll take a few more."

The tailor made his assistants run around the posh store to get more stuff for Riki as he watch everything silently.

Riki tuned out his ears as Iason and the tailor completed the business transaction. He just wanted this unplanned shopping to end.

How's he going to pay for all this expensive shit?