ch.06 i'll tell you a story
Title: ☆ the divorcee and his (ex);- ch.06 i'll tell you a story。
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chaptered
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya (main); Kame x Nakamaru (side pair)
Rating: pg15
Genre: slice of life; au; a lil angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Shit happened. And then years later, Junno and Tatsuya met by chance again in a gay bar owned by their best friend, Nakamaru and his partner, Kame. It's a messy but not a hopeless love~ and so the divorcee and the (ex), search for a happy ending.
Word Count: 1,994
a/n: I'll tell you a story; Junno disappears. And Tatsuya wonders how a decent man like Nakamaru hooked up with Kame~ Happy reading ♡
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I’ll tell you a story -
I’ll tell you a story.
Junno goes missing.
Junno doesn’t show up tomorrow, nor did he come the day after - days pass without them chatting and laughing and bickering and doing the same thing over and over and over again--- whatever had happened to one Rapunzel?
Tatsuya struts and secretly frets, wondering where the bloody hell that man has ran off to this time. Fidgeting and cracking his knuckles and is just about at the tip of crazy with no contact info.
“Whatever happened to the hearts you had in your eyes just days ago?” Kame provokes, appearing with the intention of being singularly deviant.
Tatsuya returns a wry smile, watching Kame bounce about in the evening’s radiance, “well, I can see Nakamaru worked you good last night and most of today”, he smirks.
But if he’d intended to taunt Kame then, “Yuichi works me good all the time”, the shameless man responds instead.
Tatsuya turns up his nose and very snidely remarks, “I don’t know what a decent guy like Nakamaru sees in you”.
It’s the question that Kame himself can’t answer.
He’s not even sure where or when they started or who came onto who in the end.
And that’s why, I’ll tell you their story.
To ordinary people, Nakamaru seems the old fashioned well-behaved and careful nerd who obeys the rules and is ever prim and rightly proper. But Kame knows all too well that the man he fell in love with is indeed well-behaved and careful, but nothing prim and proper when it comes to Kame and the bed put together.
They met while working at a small café in the corner of town. Kame, the main cook and Nakamaru, a part time bartender since he was still a university student at the time. Kame appeared friendly, but he also worked hard at keeping his distance. But it’s this standoffish aura that got Nakamaru initially interested in him.
“Do you like men?” Kame abruptly asks.
At the suddenness, Nakamaru spilled the drinks and stuttered, “how did you know?”
“You’re not even going to deny it?” Kame laughed, “don’t people normally keep things like this a secret? For all you know, I can easily spread this lil intel about you”.
“But you wouldn’t”, dared Nakamaru, “you’re not that sort of person”.
Kame snickered, “and how do you know that?”
“Because you smile and laugh with everyone, but once they turn their back, you look as if you really can’t be bothered with people”.
Kame didn’t hide his surprise or how impressed he was and, “are you saying---“.
“Yes. I’ve been watching you. Always”.
Kame made an amused sound, “maybe a little creepy, don’t you think?”
“Or maybe I just like you”, Nakamaru unflinchingly returned.
Kame tilted his head to the side in curiosity and asked, “are you hitting on me?”
“I think I am”.
“Then I think you should stop”, Kame replied in a calm voice but Nakamaru sensed his warning intent, “it’s not going to happen”.
“Why? Not into men?”
“Things like gender don’t stop me from having fun”, he said, “but I definitely won’t be hooking up with you”.
“And why is that?”
“That’s not important”.
But that’s hardly enough to convince Nakamaru to back off. Every chance he got, he made small talks with Kame and soon he came to know when was good to talk and when was good to shut up and when silent company was desired. Just so, bit by bit, it was during those short intervals that they discovered each other being diehard sports fans. But then came times when by some weird route they talked about politics and economics and if not, then about friendships and bonds and Nakamaru became even more hooked after finding out that Kame likes fashion books and makeup.
But not even that could curb Nakamaru’s surprise when at a club with friends, a woman walked up to him and, “you really don’t hide your love for men, do you?”, she spoke, lips pursed into a red smile, hair folded back in a neat bun, eyebrows perfectly lined, cheeks dabbed with fair puffs, her dress frill with a touch of prim and naughty, and the perfume lifted off her skin in a sort of rosy melody - it was all woman except with the mild coarse voice of Kame.
“Kazuya?” Nakamaru stammered with eyes wide and stayed open in shock.
“So surprised that you’ve lost your place to be calling me by my first name”, Kame laughed, “but if you insist, right now I’m Kazuko”, he playfully offered, then spinning around asked, “so who do you like better, me or Kazuya?”
Still caught up in the unexpected night, Nakamaru answered, “You”.
Kame chuckled with mockery, “Ah! So in the end you like women better. What kind of gay man are you?”
“No”, Nakamaru shook his head, “I mean I like you. I like you and anything you want to be”.
Kame smiled warmly at him, “you really are a piece of work”.
But their relationship improved from then, and Nakamaru would frequent the club just to see Kame who sometimes dressed up like a girl and basked in the nights of men falling at his feet left, right and centre. At other times, he would be his old self - and still had men and women gawking over him. He was quite the popular centerpiece - and as much as it elated Nakamaru to know this about him, he could also sense that Kame was nowhere close to making a lover out of him.
But changes are sometimes dramatic.
It was after work hours while taking out the rubbish that Nakamaru heard voices in the back alley raging in a quarrel. Treading lightly, not wanting to get involved, he was about to leave when, “Get away from me!”, the unexpected sound of Kame’s voice reached him. Turning around the corner as if ordered, Nakamaru shouted, “Get away from him!”.
Kame wasn’t joking when he claimed being dally with man or woman because from the position Nakamaru caught him in with the other man - against the wall with the man of a slightly bigger build, betwixt Kame’s legs and his hands too deep in Kame’s pants for Nakamaru’s comfort - he was not just a stranger.
“Are you ok?” he asked, closely looking Kame in the eye.
“Yes”. I was just going home”, Kame answered, throwing off the other guy’s hands off him and then gestured to Nakamaru, “let’s go”.
Nakamaru wouldn’t describe Kame as being promiscuous. But he would use the word detached or even more seriously, distrustful of others. Yet, over the months he’d been associated with Kame, he’d seen men and women of no particular background bounce in and out of the café wanting to have a word with Kame. Even at the club too, no one crowd had privilege. Kame played high and mighty, played with all but in the end emotionally disregarded everyone. Nakamaru just didn’t know what to make the guy out to be.
As they walked back inside and even while they waited for Nakamaru to finish cleaning up, a single pin could drop and would’ve sounded like the Big Ben chiming. As anxious as Nakamaru wanted to ask, he knew well when to back off and give Kame space, but then, “where do you live?” Kame suddenly asked.
Startled, he fumbled for words and answered, “about twenty-five minutes from here”.
“I asked where you live, not how long to get there”.
“Arakawa. I live in Arakawa”.
“Do you live alone?”
“I do”.
“Then you won’t mind letting me crash there for a while, right?”
Nakamaru went dumbfounded. The man he had been salivating over, just casually asked to practically move in with him. But instead of being glad, he was bothered by what led up to that demand. He didn’t want to but he was already involved and so it was only right that---
“Who was that just now?”
Kame didn’t bother looking up from the magazine in his hand, “do you want to know or do you want to confirm what you already know?”
“A boyfriend?”, because Nakamaru didn’t want to so easily back down.
“An Ex”.
“An Ex?” Nakamaru echoed, “then why was he harassing you?”
Kame smirked, “maybe I’m unforgettable. I do perform wickedly good in bed”, he smirked, “or so I’ve been told”.
Nakamaru blushed. Images he’d tried for weeks to surpass all at once flashed before him, but then, “let’s go”, he quickly stopped himself.
“What? You’re not going to make a comeback?” Kame asked with tease, “or should we talk about why you suddenly turned red?”
“…….”.
“You really are boring”, Kame chided him.
“So I’ve been told”.
After three weeks, Nakamaru asked, “how long do you intend to stay here?”
“If it’s rent you want”, Kame started, wetting his lips with a haul of his tongue, “I’ll pay with my body”.
Nakamaru momentarily stuttered then, “don’t tempt me. I asked because I’ll graduate soon and will change jobs, so wondering what your plans are”.
Kame laughed, “you really like me, don’t you?”
After three months, Kame became audience for Nakamaru’s thesis presentation. He showed no sign of leaving, and Nakamaru didn’t hide how he felt rejoiced. But he dreaded what would happen when he no longer worked at the café and Kame had moved out, because he was very sure that Kame would have forgotten him and would’ve perhaps moved onto someone else - or even worse, someplace where he can’t find him.
And after six months, Nakamaru still remained uneasy. He still had no idea about Kame’s past and it scared him that one day he’ll return home or wake up to Kame ready with a packed suitcase to go.
One day, Kame did disappear.
Frantic, Nakamaru called and was momentarily put at ease when Kame told him, “I’ll be back soon”.
But after a few weeks, ‘soon’ was not soon enough and Nakamaru was about going crazy with wait and worry. Kame had also left his job at the café and even the night club, he frequented no more. Then one midnight, a knock came and Nakamaru’s heart leapt and dropped in the same breath.
“I’m home”, Kame greeted, grinning with a huge travel bag by his feet.
Nakamaru was too lost for words and too happy with bubbling emotions to have said much than, “took you long enough”.
Kame laughed as he walked passed, “you really do love me”.
But to this day, Kame hasn’t told Nakamaru what really happened that night in the alley or in those weeks that he went missing. And Nakamaru hasn’t asked since then. Perhaps that’s why Kame has come to trust Nakamaru’s love for him… a love so blind to have looked pass Kame’s hidden dirty past. And that’s why, when Nakamaru proposed that they officially live together, Kame could find no reason to leave the comfortable nest Nakamaru warmed him up in.
Needless to say; somewhere between mugs of morning coffee, after work bath time, one bed, an openly gay man, and a crossdressing bisexual - the line was crossed.
And love was born.
So when Nakamaru decided to open his own club, Kame was more than happy to play the mistress - anything to keep him close to the calm Nakamaru had brought him, and anything that had him dress up and look pretty.
That was five years ago.
“You should be more concerned about that Idiot standing in the doorway grinning at you”, Kame replies to Tatsuya, instead.
Fast to look up, Tatsuya nearly chokes on the water he’s about to swallow, “Junno! Where the hell have you---“
“I’m ready, Tatsuya”, Junno interrupts, smiling long and wide as if in celebration, “that sex you wanted…”, he says, walking closer, “I’m all ready to give”.
Confused but relieved, “now?”, Tatsuya asks.
“Yes, now”, Junno replies, his grin dissolving into seriousness and yearning, “I’m all yours now”.
story index :: you're my rapunzel - story 5 :: story 7 - go on... have a happy time
::::
☆ the divorcee and his (ex);- i'll tell you a story.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ...!
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chaptered
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya (main); Kame x Nakamaru (side pair)
Rating: pg15
Genre: slice of life; au; a lil angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Shit happened. And then years later, Junno and Tatsuya met by chance again in a gay bar owned by their best friend, Nakamaru and his partner, Kame. It's a messy but not a hopeless love~ and so the divorcee and the (ex), search for a happy ending.
Word Count: 1,994
a/n: I'll tell you a story; Junno disappears. And Tatsuya wonders how a decent man like Nakamaru hooked up with Kame~ Happy reading ♡
<><><><><><><><><><>
I’ll tell you a story -
I’ll tell you a story.
Junno goes missing.
Junno doesn’t show up tomorrow, nor did he come the day after - days pass without them chatting and laughing and bickering and doing the same thing over and over and over again--- whatever had happened to one Rapunzel?
Tatsuya struts and secretly frets, wondering where the bloody hell that man has ran off to this time. Fidgeting and cracking his knuckles and is just about at the tip of crazy with no contact info.
“Whatever happened to the hearts you had in your eyes just days ago?” Kame provokes, appearing with the intention of being singularly deviant.
Tatsuya returns a wry smile, watching Kame bounce about in the evening’s radiance, “well, I can see Nakamaru worked you good last night and most of today”, he smirks.
But if he’d intended to taunt Kame then, “Yuichi works me good all the time”, the shameless man responds instead.
Tatsuya turns up his nose and very snidely remarks, “I don’t know what a decent guy like Nakamaru sees in you”.
It’s the question that Kame himself can’t answer.
He’s not even sure where or when they started or who came onto who in the end.
And that’s why, I’ll tell you their story.
To ordinary people, Nakamaru seems the old fashioned well-behaved and careful nerd who obeys the rules and is ever prim and rightly proper. But Kame knows all too well that the man he fell in love with is indeed well-behaved and careful, but nothing prim and proper when it comes to Kame and the bed put together.
They met while working at a small café in the corner of town. Kame, the main cook and Nakamaru, a part time bartender since he was still a university student at the time. Kame appeared friendly, but he also worked hard at keeping his distance. But it’s this standoffish aura that got Nakamaru initially interested in him.
“Do you like men?” Kame abruptly asks.
At the suddenness, Nakamaru spilled the drinks and stuttered, “how did you know?”
“You’re not even going to deny it?” Kame laughed, “don’t people normally keep things like this a secret? For all you know, I can easily spread this lil intel about you”.
“But you wouldn’t”, dared Nakamaru, “you’re not that sort of person”.
Kame snickered, “and how do you know that?”
“Because you smile and laugh with everyone, but once they turn their back, you look as if you really can’t be bothered with people”.
Kame didn’t hide his surprise or how impressed he was and, “are you saying---“.
“Yes. I’ve been watching you. Always”.
Kame made an amused sound, “maybe a little creepy, don’t you think?”
“Or maybe I just like you”, Nakamaru unflinchingly returned.
Kame tilted his head to the side in curiosity and asked, “are you hitting on me?”
“I think I am”.
“Then I think you should stop”, Kame replied in a calm voice but Nakamaru sensed his warning intent, “it’s not going to happen”.
“Why? Not into men?”
“Things like gender don’t stop me from having fun”, he said, “but I definitely won’t be hooking up with you”.
“And why is that?”
“That’s not important”.
But that’s hardly enough to convince Nakamaru to back off. Every chance he got, he made small talks with Kame and soon he came to know when was good to talk and when was good to shut up and when silent company was desired. Just so, bit by bit, it was during those short intervals that they discovered each other being diehard sports fans. But then came times when by some weird route they talked about politics and economics and if not, then about friendships and bonds and Nakamaru became even more hooked after finding out that Kame likes fashion books and makeup.
But not even that could curb Nakamaru’s surprise when at a club with friends, a woman walked up to him and, “you really don’t hide your love for men, do you?”, she spoke, lips pursed into a red smile, hair folded back in a neat bun, eyebrows perfectly lined, cheeks dabbed with fair puffs, her dress frill with a touch of prim and naughty, and the perfume lifted off her skin in a sort of rosy melody - it was all woman except with the mild coarse voice of Kame.
“Kazuya?” Nakamaru stammered with eyes wide and stayed open in shock.
“So surprised that you’ve lost your place to be calling me by my first name”, Kame laughed, “but if you insist, right now I’m Kazuko”, he playfully offered, then spinning around asked, “so who do you like better, me or Kazuya?”
Still caught up in the unexpected night, Nakamaru answered, “You”.
Kame chuckled with mockery, “Ah! So in the end you like women better. What kind of gay man are you?”
“No”, Nakamaru shook his head, “I mean I like you. I like you and anything you want to be”.
Kame smiled warmly at him, “you really are a piece of work”.
But their relationship improved from then, and Nakamaru would frequent the club just to see Kame who sometimes dressed up like a girl and basked in the nights of men falling at his feet left, right and centre. At other times, he would be his old self - and still had men and women gawking over him. He was quite the popular centerpiece - and as much as it elated Nakamaru to know this about him, he could also sense that Kame was nowhere close to making a lover out of him.
But changes are sometimes dramatic.
It was after work hours while taking out the rubbish that Nakamaru heard voices in the back alley raging in a quarrel. Treading lightly, not wanting to get involved, he was about to leave when, “Get away from me!”, the unexpected sound of Kame’s voice reached him. Turning around the corner as if ordered, Nakamaru shouted, “Get away from him!”.
Kame wasn’t joking when he claimed being dally with man or woman because from the position Nakamaru caught him in with the other man - against the wall with the man of a slightly bigger build, betwixt Kame’s legs and his hands too deep in Kame’s pants for Nakamaru’s comfort - he was not just a stranger.
“Are you ok?” he asked, closely looking Kame in the eye.
“Yes”. I was just going home”, Kame answered, throwing off the other guy’s hands off him and then gestured to Nakamaru, “let’s go”.
Nakamaru wouldn’t describe Kame as being promiscuous. But he would use the word detached or even more seriously, distrustful of others. Yet, over the months he’d been associated with Kame, he’d seen men and women of no particular background bounce in and out of the café wanting to have a word with Kame. Even at the club too, no one crowd had privilege. Kame played high and mighty, played with all but in the end emotionally disregarded everyone. Nakamaru just didn’t know what to make the guy out to be.
As they walked back inside and even while they waited for Nakamaru to finish cleaning up, a single pin could drop and would’ve sounded like the Big Ben chiming. As anxious as Nakamaru wanted to ask, he knew well when to back off and give Kame space, but then, “where do you live?” Kame suddenly asked.
Startled, he fumbled for words and answered, “about twenty-five minutes from here”.
“I asked where you live, not how long to get there”.
“Arakawa. I live in Arakawa”.
“Do you live alone?”
“I do”.
“Then you won’t mind letting me crash there for a while, right?”
Nakamaru went dumbfounded. The man he had been salivating over, just casually asked to practically move in with him. But instead of being glad, he was bothered by what led up to that demand. He didn’t want to but he was already involved and so it was only right that---
“Who was that just now?”
Kame didn’t bother looking up from the magazine in his hand, “do you want to know or do you want to confirm what you already know?”
“A boyfriend?”, because Nakamaru didn’t want to so easily back down.
“An Ex”.
“An Ex?” Nakamaru echoed, “then why was he harassing you?”
Kame smirked, “maybe I’m unforgettable. I do perform wickedly good in bed”, he smirked, “or so I’ve been told”.
Nakamaru blushed. Images he’d tried for weeks to surpass all at once flashed before him, but then, “let’s go”, he quickly stopped himself.
“What? You’re not going to make a comeback?” Kame asked with tease, “or should we talk about why you suddenly turned red?”
“…….”.
“You really are boring”, Kame chided him.
“So I’ve been told”.
After three weeks, Nakamaru asked, “how long do you intend to stay here?”
“If it’s rent you want”, Kame started, wetting his lips with a haul of his tongue, “I’ll pay with my body”.
Nakamaru momentarily stuttered then, “don’t tempt me. I asked because I’ll graduate soon and will change jobs, so wondering what your plans are”.
Kame laughed, “you really like me, don’t you?”
After three months, Kame became audience for Nakamaru’s thesis presentation. He showed no sign of leaving, and Nakamaru didn’t hide how he felt rejoiced. But he dreaded what would happen when he no longer worked at the café and Kame had moved out, because he was very sure that Kame would have forgotten him and would’ve perhaps moved onto someone else - or even worse, someplace where he can’t find him.
And after six months, Nakamaru still remained uneasy. He still had no idea about Kame’s past and it scared him that one day he’ll return home or wake up to Kame ready with a packed suitcase to go.
One day, Kame did disappear.
Frantic, Nakamaru called and was momentarily put at ease when Kame told him, “I’ll be back soon”.
But after a few weeks, ‘soon’ was not soon enough and Nakamaru was about going crazy with wait and worry. Kame had also left his job at the café and even the night club, he frequented no more. Then one midnight, a knock came and Nakamaru’s heart leapt and dropped in the same breath.
“I’m home”, Kame greeted, grinning with a huge travel bag by his feet.
Nakamaru was too lost for words and too happy with bubbling emotions to have said much than, “took you long enough”.
Kame laughed as he walked passed, “you really do love me”.
But to this day, Kame hasn’t told Nakamaru what really happened that night in the alley or in those weeks that he went missing. And Nakamaru hasn’t asked since then. Perhaps that’s why Kame has come to trust Nakamaru’s love for him… a love so blind to have looked pass Kame’s hidden dirty past. And that’s why, when Nakamaru proposed that they officially live together, Kame could find no reason to leave the comfortable nest Nakamaru warmed him up in.
Needless to say; somewhere between mugs of morning coffee, after work bath time, one bed, an openly gay man, and a crossdressing bisexual - the line was crossed.
And love was born.
So when Nakamaru decided to open his own club, Kame was more than happy to play the mistress - anything to keep him close to the calm Nakamaru had brought him, and anything that had him dress up and look pretty.
That was five years ago.
“You should be more concerned about that Idiot standing in the doorway grinning at you”, Kame replies to Tatsuya, instead.
Fast to look up, Tatsuya nearly chokes on the water he’s about to swallow, “Junno! Where the hell have you---“
“I’m ready, Tatsuya”, Junno interrupts, smiling long and wide as if in celebration, “that sex you wanted…”, he says, walking closer, “I’m all ready to give”.
Confused but relieved, “now?”, Tatsuya asks.
“Yes, now”, Junno replies, his grin dissolving into seriousness and yearning, “I’m all yours now”.
story index :: you're my rapunzel - story 5 :: story 7 - go on... have a happy time
::::
☆ the divorcee and his (ex);- i'll tell you a story.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: ...!