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Takaba Akihito and Asami Ryuichi's Sexy Bucket List by J_unleashed

Chapter 9: how to drain your dragon

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With the drawing of the latest slip, Akihito found himself nervously excited. At last, the one thing he had wanted from the very beginning was finally going to happen.

"Watch the other person fire his gun..." The reason Akihito had not been obvious about it was because he wanted a way to back out should he lose his nerve. Unfortunately, Asami had seen through the ruse immediately, knowing what Akihito REALLY wanted was to watch him masturbate. Asami had smiled at him in a condescending manner, which really irritated Akihito. It was almost as if his eyes were saying, "How juvenile..."

Because of that, Akihito felt justified in avoiding him afterwards for a day or two. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

The avoidance went on for a week. Then two...

He only saw Asami a few times as they passed each other, either coming in the door or leaving. The look that Asami gave him told Akihito that Asami knew he was purposely avoiding him.

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Akihito was sitting at a bar, entertaining the notion of getting sloppy drunk.

He'd arrived at the condo early that evening, only to be surprised by Asami stepping into the elevator with him. Asami—who shouldn't be home THAT early. Akihito had dodged out of the elevator, muttering something about forgetting his phone at a friend's place.

He'll see through my lame excuse ... he'll get angry, and then he'll pull me into the elevator and then he'll—

But instead, Asami had pushed a button on the panel and the door slid closed, leaving Akihito to stare at the numbers flashing over the door as they counted off until the elevator finally reached the top floor.

He closed the door in my face! How rude!

Akihito stared at the untouched drink sitting in front of him on the bar. No, that's not right. The expression on his face was calm. It was as if it made no difference to him at all. He felt unsettled and confused.

Why do I have a problem with asking him to do this? Is it because I'm ashamed to ask a powerful, elite businessman to do something so crude as to let me watch him jerk off?

He felt a stirring in his jeans at the thought, despite his misgivings.

However, lately it seemed that Asami had forgotten all about the slip... and the bucket list altogether. There had been no more knowing glances from Asami. In fact, lately it seemed like something was bothering Asami.

Akihito wondered if that "something" had to do with him.

What a coward I turned out to be! I guess I was sort of expecting him to take over for me. No... "hoping" is more like it. GAH! This is SO not me. I'm not going to shy away from this any longer!

Akihito downed his drink and then slammed the empty glass down on the bar. I'm ready. I'm going to take care of this bucket list slip.

TONIGHT!

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The place was dark and quiet when he got home. Sneaking a peek into Asami's bedroom, he found him sleeping deeply.

Akihito sighed.

Tomorrow night then... for sure!

Akihito crawled into his own bed. It was a long time before he could finally fall asleep.