Log: Atsushi & Ken
Muses: Atsushi (kyoujin_blues) & Ken (privatepride)
Location: Akachou Hospital
Rating: R
Warnings: Talk of Women & Porn, and Thoughts of Sex & Atsushi's cock size.
Summary: Ken gets a call from the hospital and rushes to visit his new business partner with flowers and Sushi.
It had been a few days, a few long days ever since Ken had hired Atsushi Sakurai to be his partner at Studio GIRLBOY. Everything was going as planned, materials and equipment were coming in on time (after threatening the companies, of course). Yet, when it came to recruiting, he ran into a nasty situation at Jusco, causing him to avoid that area at all costs. The fucker deserved it.
Ken walked into his house, letting out a relieved sigh, happy to be back in the comfort of his huge home. He took off his shoes at the door and before he could even check his mail, his back pocket began to vibrate. A few swear words escaped his lips, wondering who could be calling him especially after a long days' work. He looked at the screen, raising an eyebrow as it said, "Unknown Number". He pressed the "Talk" button, putting the phone to his ear.
"Moshi Moshi?" He said into the speaker with an agitated tone. He was shocked to hear a woman's voice and background noises...it sounded pretty familiar.
"Hello, is this Morioka, Ken?" She asked quickly yet in a calm, professional tone. Ken rose an eyebrow as he began to check his mail. Junk, junk, junk and more junk.
"Yes, this is him, who is this?" He asked.
"This is Dr. Mayagi at Akachou Hospital. Atsushi Sakurai had you listed as his only contact. I'm sorry to say but Sakurai had suffered a head injury and we would like for you to come down to the hospital to fill out some papers and see how he is doing," Ken's eyes widened as he dropped his letters. A-atsushi?! How the hell...What!? Ken was in a state of shock, hoping his new business partner wasn't in a very bad condition...yet, it was a head injury. Damn. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.
"I'll be there right away, t-thank you..." He breathed into the phone, ending the call. He put his hand to his forehead, letting out a sigh. Just his luck, just his fucking luck. The grocery store incident, now this?! He hoped Atsushi would live and at least remember everything...Damn, damn, damn. Ken slipped on his shoes and grabbed his car keys, hurrying back to his car. After a stop to the local grocery store, Ken hurried into Akachou Hospital with a bouquet of roses, going to the visitor's desk.
The soup was nothing short of foul, Atsushi concluded as he raised the spoon full of brownish green and steaming liquid to his lips for a second time. He blew on it lightly so that he would not have a repeat of the last spoonful. He'd burned his tongue and throat the first time which had been rather unpleasant. Once satisfied with the heat he sipped on the spoon and grimaced at the taste. It was just not good at all. Atsushi set the spoon aside and moved onto the tea which he was certain was going to taste just as awful. He took a sip and was pleasantly surprised; it wasn't fantastic of course, but it had a nice quality about it and for that he was glad. At least he was getting something in him. All of the food the nurses had provided had gone unfinished. It all tasted horrible and it proved hard to keep it down. And with all of that flirting, he'd expected some Sushi... maybe a steak.
"What is this soup?" He questioned once the nurse, Aya (he'd made sure to ask her name) had come in to retrieve his plastic tray. Atsushi's lips curved into a sheepish smile as she looked at him, eyebrow quirked. She was his favourite of all the nurses. Her bottom was beautiful and when she cleaned his wound he could see down her shirt...
"I'm not sure, Sakurai-san, but it looks very bad" she commented honestly, a hand placed delicately on her waist. Atsushi had a strange expression on his face. He wasn't even sure what it looked like himself and he was worried it might give away his feelings. Being in the hospital had made him a tad horny... all those nurses wandering around and that doctor. Were they trying to kill him, he was sure.
"Pity," he said, smiling still. "I was going to ask you to have dinner with me after you were done changing my bandages..."
She giggled as she set his tray aside and wandered a little closer to him, "Thats very sweet of you." She gave him a grin and for a second he felt as if she just felt like he was a dirty old lecher. He was.. sort of. Sort of.. but he didn't want her to think that. She was too cute. "We'll see how your stiches are looking first."
"Of course, Ayachan~."
Ken had finally received Atsushi's hospital room number after the receptionist took forever to find his damn name. Ken was growing rather restless and didn't even bother to give thanks once he got the number. He went into the elevator, pressing the number 3. He let out an anxious sigh, looking down at the flowers and the small box of Sushi. He wasn't sure if the other liked Sushi but hell, he knew how the hospital food was and it was the equivalent to dog shit. It was better than nothing.
The elevator doors open and he quickly walked down the hall, passing a few nurses. He couldn't help but look behind his shoulder seeing the nice back figures of the young nurses. Perfect models. Yet, it wasn't the time to think of business, Atsushi could be dying! Ken hurried down the hall and turned the corner until he reached Room 15. The door was open and he peered in, seeing Atsushi laying on the hospital bed, conscious. He exhaled, walking into the room.
"Atsushi!!" He exclaimed, his eyes full of concern and slight happiness. He didn't know where to start. "I just got the call...but...goddamn, what happened?!" He said, setting the bouquet of flowers and box on the table next to the bed before walking over to Atsushi's free side, glancing at the nurse.
"Ken~," Atsushi said, glancing away from the nurse just for a second. The other man was taking away from his looking down her shirt time and it was slightly annoying. Ah, well, having a visitor would be rather nice. He didn't really know anything in the city and he had no family so his only company had really been the nurses and a few of the other patients he talked to while talking a walk around the floor.
"I fell in my kitchen... hit my head on the counter," he said gesturning toward his head. The nurse, had began to wander away as his focus moved from her to his employer. Damn, he didn't want her to leave. Sighing, he watched her ass as she walked.
"I'm sorry I had to list you as my contact... but I don't know anyone here and..." He glanced at his table as he sat up, smiling at the lovely roses that the man had brought for him. How sweet. "And thank you..."
Hit his head on a counter? Ken rose an eyebrow, expecting a more...exciting story like he was in a car crash or someone tried to kill him. Yet, a minor accident like that made Ken very, very grateful and Atsushi seemed to be in good condition. His eyes lingered over to the leaving nurse, staring at her before turning back to Atsushi who looked like he might be thinking the same thing. No...Atsushi couldn't be a pervert.
"Ahh...that's not a problem at all," He replied, shaking his head. "I'm glad I found out though, I was slightly worried why I haven't heard from you." He pulled up a chair from the corner of the room and to the side of Atsushi's bed. "Oh, you're welcome!" His lips curved into a small smile as he reached over and grabbed the box handing it to Atsushi.
"I brought you Sushi, I'm not sure if you like it but, I'm pretty sure it would be better than the hospital food they feed you." He said before taking a seat in the chair, leaning back casually and crossing his legs.
Atsushi's smile was rather wide as he took the box in his hands, looking somewhat similar to a small child on Christmas. Sushi had been needing something like this; his stomach was empty and most of what he'd been vomiting up the last while was just bile. At least now something would be coming up and he'd have a few hours of sustinance. Smiling he prised open the box and took int the beautiful, beautiful sight of the food he could taste buy just looking at it. Ahhh.
"I love sushi," Atsushi commented. It was on of his favourites, other than stew. He loved stew with all of his being. Just thinking about it made his mouth water slightly.
Ken smiled as he saw the positive reaction from Atsushi. "Ahh, that's good," He nodded, watching Atsushi. He took the time to look at the bandages around Atsushi's head, wondering how someone could slip and have that bad of a fall. Well, anything was possible and accidents happen all the time so Ken didn't think about it too much. Ken covered his mouth as he let out a soft yawn.
"So, how bad is the wound? And how long are they making you stay here?" He asked. "I bet it might be a while since it's your head and they might want to run more tests to make sure everything is alright..."
Atsushi looked up, his mouth full of sushi when Ken had finished asking his question. He took a few almost obnoxious bites and swallowed the almost whole piece. That wouldn't make him feel too well.
"It's a concussion," he said, "I'll be here a few days." That's what the doctor said, anyway. They'd figured it wasn't too serious. The only reason he'd passed out before was because he'd lost a good amount of blood. Other than that, it had just been a regular wound that they could treat and monitor easily. He was lucky.
Ken had winced at the word 'Concussion'. He knew that concussions to lead to comas but Atsushi was sitting here and talking like a normal person. "Ahh, I see," He said, nodding slowly. "Well, that's good that it will only be a few days and it's not too serious...It would have been horrible if it was much worse, no one could replace you," He chuckled lightly.
"Well, put it this way, at least you're surrounded by all the young, gorgeous women, eh?" Another laugh escaped his throat before ending it with a sigh. "I suppose that's far better than working anyways,"
"God," he breathed. "It is like all of the nurses here are trying to kill me. I'm not young anymore. I can't take all of this ass while injured. And the doctor..." He made a sound in his throat and leaned back into his pillows, a slightly perverse look spreading across his features. Perhaps it was the meds, but he felt no need to hide how.. how hot and bothered the women in this hospital got him.
After some time he took another piece of sushi in his mouth, enjoying this one more than the last. He smiled with his cheeks practically bursting.
Ken's eyes widened as he heard Atsushi and he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. He didn't think Atsushi would be like...that, but then again, he did agree to help run a porn company. Yet, they both were two single older men so all the gorgeous women at one place at one time could be a bit...overwhelming.
"Hahah, yes, I noticed when I walked into the hospital, pure innocent beauties." He said, staring into space, shaking his head. "I would have pounced on one of them the first night here."
"I did try but I was a bit out of it," he began, trying to think about what he'd said to the first nurse he'd seen. Well, tried to say. Nothing had come out correctly when he was slipping in and out like that. It had been a tad frustrating and he'd waited until his first round of meds had worn of and he was quite coherient."But the one who left when you came... well she most definitely enjoys it." He smirked, his tongue poking out of his lips just slightly before retreating back into his mouth.
Ken rose an eyebrow when he heard this. "Oh, really?" He said, his lips curving into a smirk. "She was definitely fantastic on the eyes. I'm sorry I interrupted your...bonding time with her." He replied, watching the other man. "You never know, maybe you can get her number by the time you're out of here, hm?" He said, winking.
"Perhaps..." He sort of wanted her to sneak into his room late at night and just ride him. It was a strange fantasy but whenever he thought about it the more wonderful the idea seemed. Atsushi also felt as if he should scold himself for thinking such thoughts while ill in the hospital. It was a tad strange. It worried him that his libido didn't slow one bit even after what that.. happened.
He didn't know what came over him but talking about the attractive women in the hospital brought him back to the idea of Atsushi's cock size. He remembered their first meeting in the condom aisle. "...They don't have my size." He smiled at the thought, getting even more curious. He looked back over at Atsushi. "You know...have you ever thought about being a model?" He asked, casually. He didn't want to see like he was presenting the idea forcefully.
"...no," Atsushi said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the question. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive... but he doubted he was good looking enough for that. And besides, he.. he... didn't know. "...Why do you ask?" He only continued on the subject because he didn't want to make his just barely boss angry already.
Ken just shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just wondering..." He said, not wanting to push the subject onto the man, especially when he was in the hospital. He will try again later with more..."persuasion". "Although you should totally consider it, I think you have the potential," He nodded.
Atsushi looked away. Potential? He wasn't sure he liked the idea of modeling. It would be strange... having sex... and having people watch him have sex. He was quite comfortable with himself but even so, stepping over that line was a a whole other thing. It was...something he wasn't going to really thinkg about. He said otherwise, however. "I will... have to think about it."
"Well, you do that~" He said before checking his watch. "Well, I should probably get going, I took enough of your time. I'm pretty sure you want to spend your time with your 'special' nurse." He chuckled lightly before standing up, brushing himself off. "Well, I hope you feel better soon and please give me a call so I can know how you're doing." He said, extending out his right hand.
Atsushi smiled rather sheepishly as he extented his hand to shake Ken's. He really did hope that the nurse would agree to something; it would make his visit to the hospital far less lonely than it had been.
"I'll let you..." He paused, a sick feeling settling in his stomach. He'd left his phone at Ryutaro's. Atsushi would have to get that back... so many numbers that were oh so important were listed there. "I'll give you a call when I'm out." He smiled at Ken. "Thanks again for coming to see me."
Ken shook the other man's hand softly before dropping it back to his side. "Good! I look forward to seeing you once you get out of the hospital." He said, patting his shoulder. "And it's no problem at all, it's the least I can do. Take care now." He smiled before turning around, walking out of Atsushi's room.
Fin.
Location: Akachou Hospital
Rating: R
Warnings: Talk of Women & Porn, and Thoughts of Sex & Atsushi's cock size.
Summary: Ken gets a call from the hospital and rushes to visit his new business partner with flowers and Sushi.
It had been a few days, a few long days ever since Ken had hired Atsushi Sakurai to be his partner at Studio GIRLBOY. Everything was going as planned, materials and equipment were coming in on time (after threatening the companies, of course). Yet, when it came to recruiting, he ran into a nasty situation at Jusco, causing him to avoid that area at all costs. The fucker deserved it.
Ken walked into his house, letting out a relieved sigh, happy to be back in the comfort of his huge home. He took off his shoes at the door and before he could even check his mail, his back pocket began to vibrate. A few swear words escaped his lips, wondering who could be calling him especially after a long days' work. He looked at the screen, raising an eyebrow as it said, "Unknown Number". He pressed the "Talk" button, putting the phone to his ear.
"Moshi Moshi?" He said into the speaker with an agitated tone. He was shocked to hear a woman's voice and background noises...it sounded pretty familiar.
"Hello, is this Morioka, Ken?" She asked quickly yet in a calm, professional tone. Ken rose an eyebrow as he began to check his mail. Junk, junk, junk and more junk.
"Yes, this is him, who is this?" He asked.
"This is Dr. Mayagi at Akachou Hospital. Atsushi Sakurai had you listed as his only contact. I'm sorry to say but Sakurai had suffered a head injury and we would like for you to come down to the hospital to fill out some papers and see how he is doing," Ken's eyes widened as he dropped his letters. A-atsushi?! How the hell...What!? Ken was in a state of shock, hoping his new business partner wasn't in a very bad condition...yet, it was a head injury. Damn. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard.
"I'll be there right away, t-thank you..." He breathed into the phone, ending the call. He put his hand to his forehead, letting out a sigh. Just his luck, just his fucking luck. The grocery store incident, now this?! He hoped Atsushi would live and at least remember everything...Damn, damn, damn. Ken slipped on his shoes and grabbed his car keys, hurrying back to his car. After a stop to the local grocery store, Ken hurried into Akachou Hospital with a bouquet of roses, going to the visitor's desk.
The soup was nothing short of foul, Atsushi concluded as he raised the spoon full of brownish green and steaming liquid to his lips for a second time. He blew on it lightly so that he would not have a repeat of the last spoonful. He'd burned his tongue and throat the first time which had been rather unpleasant. Once satisfied with the heat he sipped on the spoon and grimaced at the taste. It was just not good at all. Atsushi set the spoon aside and moved onto the tea which he was certain was going to taste just as awful. He took a sip and was pleasantly surprised; it wasn't fantastic of course, but it had a nice quality about it and for that he was glad. At least he was getting something in him. All of the food the nurses had provided had gone unfinished. It all tasted horrible and it proved hard to keep it down. And with all of that flirting, he'd expected some Sushi... maybe a steak.
"What is this soup?" He questioned once the nurse, Aya (he'd made sure to ask her name) had come in to retrieve his plastic tray. Atsushi's lips curved into a sheepish smile as she looked at him, eyebrow quirked. She was his favourite of all the nurses. Her bottom was beautiful and when she cleaned his wound he could see down her shirt...
"I'm not sure, Sakurai-san, but it looks very bad" she commented honestly, a hand placed delicately on her waist. Atsushi had a strange expression on his face. He wasn't even sure what it looked like himself and he was worried it might give away his feelings. Being in the hospital had made him a tad horny... all those nurses wandering around and that doctor. Were they trying to kill him, he was sure.
"Pity," he said, smiling still. "I was going to ask you to have dinner with me after you were done changing my bandages..."
She giggled as she set his tray aside and wandered a little closer to him, "Thats very sweet of you." She gave him a grin and for a second he felt as if she just felt like he was a dirty old lecher. He was.. sort of. Sort of.. but he didn't want her to think that. She was too cute. "We'll see how your stiches are looking first."
"Of course, Ayachan~."
Ken had finally received Atsushi's hospital room number after the receptionist took forever to find his damn name. Ken was growing rather restless and didn't even bother to give thanks once he got the number. He went into the elevator, pressing the number 3. He let out an anxious sigh, looking down at the flowers and the small box of Sushi. He wasn't sure if the other liked Sushi but hell, he knew how the hospital food was and it was the equivalent to dog shit. It was better than nothing.
The elevator doors open and he quickly walked down the hall, passing a few nurses. He couldn't help but look behind his shoulder seeing the nice back figures of the young nurses. Perfect models. Yet, it wasn't the time to think of business, Atsushi could be dying! Ken hurried down the hall and turned the corner until he reached Room 15. The door was open and he peered in, seeing Atsushi laying on the hospital bed, conscious. He exhaled, walking into the room.
"Atsushi!!" He exclaimed, his eyes full of concern and slight happiness. He didn't know where to start. "I just got the call...but...goddamn, what happened?!" He said, setting the bouquet of flowers and box on the table next to the bed before walking over to Atsushi's free side, glancing at the nurse.
"Ken~," Atsushi said, glancing away from the nurse just for a second. The other man was taking away from his looking down her shirt time and it was slightly annoying. Ah, well, having a visitor would be rather nice. He didn't really know anything in the city and he had no family so his only company had really been the nurses and a few of the other patients he talked to while talking a walk around the floor.
"I fell in my kitchen... hit my head on the counter," he said gesturning toward his head. The nurse, had began to wander away as his focus moved from her to his employer. Damn, he didn't want her to leave. Sighing, he watched her ass as she walked.
"I'm sorry I had to list you as my contact... but I don't know anyone here and..." He glanced at his table as he sat up, smiling at the lovely roses that the man had brought for him. How sweet. "And thank you..."
Hit his head on a counter? Ken rose an eyebrow, expecting a more...exciting story like he was in a car crash or someone tried to kill him. Yet, a minor accident like that made Ken very, very grateful and Atsushi seemed to be in good condition. His eyes lingered over to the leaving nurse, staring at her before turning back to Atsushi who looked like he might be thinking the same thing. No...Atsushi couldn't be a pervert.
"Ahh...that's not a problem at all," He replied, shaking his head. "I'm glad I found out though, I was slightly worried why I haven't heard from you." He pulled up a chair from the corner of the room and to the side of Atsushi's bed. "Oh, you're welcome!" His lips curved into a small smile as he reached over and grabbed the box handing it to Atsushi.
"I brought you Sushi, I'm not sure if you like it but, I'm pretty sure it would be better than the hospital food they feed you." He said before taking a seat in the chair, leaning back casually and crossing his legs.
Atsushi's smile was rather wide as he took the box in his hands, looking somewhat similar to a small child on Christmas. Sushi had been needing something like this; his stomach was empty and most of what he'd been vomiting up the last while was just bile. At least now something would be coming up and he'd have a few hours of sustinance. Smiling he prised open the box and took int the beautiful, beautiful sight of the food he could taste buy just looking at it. Ahhh.
"I love sushi," Atsushi commented. It was on of his favourites, other than stew. He loved stew with all of his being. Just thinking about it made his mouth water slightly.
Ken smiled as he saw the positive reaction from Atsushi. "Ahh, that's good," He nodded, watching Atsushi. He took the time to look at the bandages around Atsushi's head, wondering how someone could slip and have that bad of a fall. Well, anything was possible and accidents happen all the time so Ken didn't think about it too much. Ken covered his mouth as he let out a soft yawn.
"So, how bad is the wound? And how long are they making you stay here?" He asked. "I bet it might be a while since it's your head and they might want to run more tests to make sure everything is alright..."
Atsushi looked up, his mouth full of sushi when Ken had finished asking his question. He took a few almost obnoxious bites and swallowed the almost whole piece. That wouldn't make him feel too well.
"It's a concussion," he said, "I'll be here a few days." That's what the doctor said, anyway. They'd figured it wasn't too serious. The only reason he'd passed out before was because he'd lost a good amount of blood. Other than that, it had just been a regular wound that they could treat and monitor easily. He was lucky.
Ken had winced at the word 'Concussion'. He knew that concussions to lead to comas but Atsushi was sitting here and talking like a normal person. "Ahh, I see," He said, nodding slowly. "Well, that's good that it will only be a few days and it's not too serious...It would have been horrible if it was much worse, no one could replace you," He chuckled lightly.
"Well, put it this way, at least you're surrounded by all the young, gorgeous women, eh?" Another laugh escaped his throat before ending it with a sigh. "I suppose that's far better than working anyways,"
"God," he breathed. "It is like all of the nurses here are trying to kill me. I'm not young anymore. I can't take all of this ass while injured. And the doctor..." He made a sound in his throat and leaned back into his pillows, a slightly perverse look spreading across his features. Perhaps it was the meds, but he felt no need to hide how.. how hot and bothered the women in this hospital got him.
After some time he took another piece of sushi in his mouth, enjoying this one more than the last. He smiled with his cheeks practically bursting.
Ken's eyes widened as he heard Atsushi and he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. He didn't think Atsushi would be like...that, but then again, he did agree to help run a porn company. Yet, they both were two single older men so all the gorgeous women at one place at one time could be a bit...overwhelming.
"Hahah, yes, I noticed when I walked into the hospital, pure innocent beauties." He said, staring into space, shaking his head. "I would have pounced on one of them the first night here."
"I did try but I was a bit out of it," he began, trying to think about what he'd said to the first nurse he'd seen. Well, tried to say. Nothing had come out correctly when he was slipping in and out like that. It had been a tad frustrating and he'd waited until his first round of meds had worn of and he was quite coherient."But the one who left when you came... well she most definitely enjoys it." He smirked, his tongue poking out of his lips just slightly before retreating back into his mouth.
Ken rose an eyebrow when he heard this. "Oh, really?" He said, his lips curving into a smirk. "She was definitely fantastic on the eyes. I'm sorry I interrupted your...bonding time with her." He replied, watching the other man. "You never know, maybe you can get her number by the time you're out of here, hm?" He said, winking.
"Perhaps..." He sort of wanted her to sneak into his room late at night and just ride him. It was a strange fantasy but whenever he thought about it the more wonderful the idea seemed. Atsushi also felt as if he should scold himself for thinking such thoughts while ill in the hospital. It was a tad strange. It worried him that his libido didn't slow one bit even after what that.. happened.
He didn't know what came over him but talking about the attractive women in the hospital brought him back to the idea of Atsushi's cock size. He remembered their first meeting in the condom aisle. "...They don't have my size." He smiled at the thought, getting even more curious. He looked back over at Atsushi. "You know...have you ever thought about being a model?" He asked, casually. He didn't want to see like he was presenting the idea forcefully.
"...no," Atsushi said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the question. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive... but he doubted he was good looking enough for that. And besides, he.. he... didn't know. "...Why do you ask?" He only continued on the subject because he didn't want to make his just barely boss angry already.
Ken just shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just wondering..." He said, not wanting to push the subject onto the man, especially when he was in the hospital. He will try again later with more..."persuasion". "Although you should totally consider it, I think you have the potential," He nodded.
Atsushi looked away. Potential? He wasn't sure he liked the idea of modeling. It would be strange... having sex... and having people watch him have sex. He was quite comfortable with himself but even so, stepping over that line was a a whole other thing. It was...something he wasn't going to really thinkg about. He said otherwise, however. "I will... have to think about it."
"Well, you do that~" He said before checking his watch. "Well, I should probably get going, I took enough of your time. I'm pretty sure you want to spend your time with your 'special' nurse." He chuckled lightly before standing up, brushing himself off. "Well, I hope you feel better soon and please give me a call so I can know how you're doing." He said, extending out his right hand.
Atsushi smiled rather sheepishly as he extented his hand to shake Ken's. He really did hope that the nurse would agree to something; it would make his visit to the hospital far less lonely than it had been.
"I'll let you..." He paused, a sick feeling settling in his stomach. He'd left his phone at Ryutaro's. Atsushi would have to get that back... so many numbers that were oh so important were listed there. "I'll give you a call when I'm out." He smiled at Ken. "Thanks again for coming to see me."
Ken shook the other man's hand softly before dropping it back to his side. "Good! I look forward to seeing you once you get out of the hospital." He said, patting his shoulder. "And it's no problem at all, it's the least I can do. Take care now." He smiled before turning around, walking out of Atsushi's room.
Fin.