The Dangers of Distractions
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write_my_dreamsTitle: The Dangers of Distractions
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Pairing: Hiro x Cazqui (Nocturnal Bloodlust)
Genre: AU, humor
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: Hiro and Cazqui belong to themselves and their cats, not to me.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Hiro learns the hard way not to check out the hot guy on the treadmill while he's lifting weights.
Author's Comment: Written for the summer contest at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jrockyaoi and loosely based off a prompt I found on tumblr: "I'm too busy checking you out at the gym that I fall off the treadmill and you laugh so hard you drop a dumbbell on your foot so hey uhm do you want to escort each other to the health center?" I switched up the roles, don't want to inflate Hiro's ego too badly by having Cazqui be the one drooling over him.
Physical fitness had always been important to Hiro. His favorite compliments were towards his muscles, especially someone saying he’d gotten more. Maintaining and developing said muscles required frequent visits to the gym—especially on hot, humid days where his morning jogs were difficult to complete. Some people were at their fittest during the summer, but Hiro had never liked the combination of intense heat and humidity. Whenever he went jogging he had to slow down his usual pace so he wouldn’t overheat. Last time he’d come dangerously close to throwing up in a bush. He’d have to use the gym’s treadmills until he got used to the heat or switch to swimming. The pools were always so busy though.
Hiro adjusted his hair tie and headed to the rack of dumbbells, deciding to start there and do some cardio before heading to the weight machines. The racks were in the back with the treadmills and ellipticals, only a few in use at this time. The man on machine five, directly across from him, caught his attention. He wore a white tank top and white shorts that showed off his slim legs quite nicely. Those legs would look good wrapped around Hiro’s waist, he noticed. His white hair was pulled back into a half ponytail, too short to pull back entirely. Whoever he was he clearly liked white. It looked good on him though—especially his ass. Eyeing it, Hiro groped for a dumbbell then dragged his eyes away. He was here to exercise. Not to ogle and flirt. He hadn’t seen the other man’s face yet so he shouldn’t let a nice ass and great legs distract him too badly.
Hiro soon lost himself in the rhythmic motion of lifting and if his eyes did wander over to the cutie on machine five then oh well. Something pretty to brighten the otherwise dull view of the gym. He came dangerously close to dropping the dumbbell when the other man stepped off the treadmill and turned to start doing stretches. Oh he was gorgeous. Flexible too, Hiro noticed, as he bent over his right leg to do a toe touch. Watching him was sending his thoughts deep into the gutter. It was almost a relief when he got back on the treadmill and resumed running, though at a slower pace than before.
Distraction proved to be his undoing. Eyes wandering back to Machine Five’s ass, Hiro switched the dumbbell to his left hand only to lose his grip on it. Before he could catch it, it fell—painfully—onto his left foot.
“Fucking shit that fucking hurts!” he swore violently. He removed the dumbbell from his foot just in time to see Machine Five stumble over his feet and fall hard, skinning his knees and slumping by the treadmill with a curse and groan. The perverted part of his brain appreciated seeing where his shirt rode up to expose his lower back. The rest wondered if he’d been responsible for this.
Hiro limped over. “Are you okay?” Stupid question.
Machine Five carefully turned and sat up. His knees were red and starting to bruise, no doubt matching Hiro’s foot. “I was until I heard you cursing.” He rubbed his knees, eyes catching on Hiro’s chest before raising to his face.
“Sorry. I dropped the dumbbell on my foot. What’s your name?”
Hiro got an arched eyebrow in response. “Cazqui. And you?”
“Hiro.” He reached out to take Cazqui’s hand and help him to his feet. Stronger grip than he’d anticipated since Cazqui looked so dainty and slender.
Cazqui shifted making a pained noise as he leaned over to rub his knees. “How’s your foot?” he asked.
“It feels like I just dropped a rock on it.” That would definitely be bruised. Jogging was out of the picture until this healed. He should try swimming the next time he came here. Hiro leaned his weight onto his good foot. “We’re both causalities of the gym so do you want to come to reception and get some ice with me?”
“Sure.”
Together they hobbled their way to the front desk to get ice and wraps. The receptionist stared at them, her eyes going wide as she took in the state of Cazqui’s knees and Hiro’s visible limp. “What happened to you two?” she asked.
“He dropped a dumbbell on his foot and swore so horribly I fell,” Cazqui explained.
It sounded worse when Cazqui said it aloud. What an embarrassing way to meet a guy… Hiro gave her a sheepish smile as he brushed his hair back.
“Please be careful next time,” she said. She fetched Hiro an ice pack and handed it to him then grabbed Band-Aids and sports tape for Cazqui’s knees. She escorted them over to a bench and had them sit down, making sure they were overall okay before returning to her desk. Hiro’s foot was now unpleasantly swollen so he loosened his shoelaces as much as he could without removing the shoe. He’d never get it back on with his foot in this state. Hiro set the ice pack on his shoe and leaned back with a soft sigh. That felt a little better. He glanced over at Cazqui to see him pasting Band-Aids to his knees and wrapping the sports tape around them to keep the Band-Aids in place. Fuck. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t gotten distracted he wouldn’t have dragged Cazqui down with him.
“I’m sorry about your knees,” is what he meant to say. Instead what came out was, “Do you like frozen yogurt?” Oops. Well, now that he’d basically asked Cazqui out he might as well continue with it. “There’s a shop down the street. It’s really good.”
Cazqui stared at him. “Are you… asking me on a date?”
“Are you saying yes?” Hiro replied. The incredulous look on Cazqui’s face made him smile. He’d never been the type to beat around the bush. If he thought someone was hot or wanted a date, he told them. Cazqui was gorgeous, hurt because of Hiro, and he’d gladly take him out for frozen yogurt to enjoy his company and make things up to him. Maybe it could turn into more. Cazqui was at least talking to him still so that had to mean something.
Cazqui smiled sweetly. He reached out to run his fingers down Hiro’s chest sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine as he imagined another scenario. “I do like frozen yogurt. I’ll say yes if you admit you were checking me out.”
Damn, Hiro thought he’d been subtle. Apparently not. “Were you checking me out?”
“Is that a yes?” Cazqui retorted, throwing his earlier words back at him.
Hiro couldn’t help but laugh. “It is. And I was. You have great legs and your ass is amazing. Then you turned and I saw how gorgeous you are.”
Cazqui looked puzzled. “You like my body? I’m so… scrawny compared to you though. Don’t muscle guys like you go for other muscle guys? See who has bigger pecs and biceps…” he trailed off as Hiro laughed again.
“Not for me. I don't think I could stand dating another ‘muscle guy’ as you say. We’d probably spend too much time at the gym trying to get larger muscles than the other. Besides, they’re not my type. I prefer guys… or girls… built like you.” He skimmed his hand over the top of Cazqui’s thigh. “Your turn. Were you checking me out?”
Cazqui huffed in defeat. “Fine, I was. I thought you were hot so I turned to do some stretches to see if I could catch you looking at me. Plus I did need to stretch.”
At least they’d both been checking out the other. “I noticed you were very flexible. So, FroYo?” he prompted.
“Sure. I haven’t had frozen yogurt in a while. I need to shower first though,” Cazqui said as he got up. “I’ll try to be quick.”
Hiro had barely worked up a sweat so he pulled his shirt out of his bag and tugged it on, taking out his hair tie and shaking his hair loose. Having long hair in the summer was a pain but he liked it too much to cut it.
Ten minutes later Cazqui was back dressed in a loose white shirt and faded gray jeans. He carried a backpack with the Cheshire Cat printed on it. Running a hand through his damp hair, Cazqui approached Hiro. “Is your foot up for walking?”
It would have to be. Hiro had to get home somehow. The walk to FroYo might finish his foot off, but he wasn’t going to back down. He’d be sure to ice it and take proper care of it once he was back to his apartment. “I’ll manage,” he said. “How are your knees?”
“Still sore. Good thing I wore jeans, wouldn’t want to look like I bruised my knees in a suspicious manner.” Cazqui slung his backpack over his shoulders then smirked at Hiro. “So long as I don’t kneel anytime soon I should be fine. Don’t get any ideas,” he admonished.
Hiro snorted. “I wouldn’t be so presumptuous.” He shouldered his gym bag and reluctantly returned his ice pack to reception. The heat felt like a slap in the face the second they were outside. “How can you wear jeans without melting?” he asked, glancing at Cazqui.
“I prefer them to shorts.”
Fair enough.
The short walk to FroYo proved to be rather daunting both physically and mentally as their conversation attempts kept fizzling out until they gave each other awkward smiles. First dates were tricky. Hiro automatically opened the FroYo door for Cazqui, hissing in discomfort as his weight shifted onto his bad foot. Quickly he repositioned then moved aside so Cazqui could go in first. “My treat.”
“Such a gentleman,” Cazqui said dryly. He made his way over to the yogurts and grabbed a cup. He eyed the different flavors thoughtfully before settling on strawberry. Hiro chose a mix of maccha and vanilla, topping his yogurt with berries. He tried not to grimace as he watched Cazqui drizzle chocolate sauce over his yogurt and then drop a hefty spoonful of M&M’s into the mix. The calorie content of his yogurt had surely cancelled out his exercise. “You’re not getting any chocolate?” Cazqui asked frowning as he peered into Hiro’s bowl.
“I think you’ve got enough for both of us,” Hiro pointed out. Cazqui’s answering pout was adorable. He laughed softly. “I do like chocolate, but I’ll stick to berries until my foot is better.” He set his cup on the scale gesturing for Cazqui to do the same. He paid for their FroYo. “I take it you want to eat inside?” He wanted to enjoy the air conditioning while he could.
“Absolutely. I’d melt before my FroYo did if we sat outside.” He claimed a table in the corner and happily started spooning the chocolaty concoction into his mouth. A few bites into their FroYo they overcame their earlier awkwardness and started talking. “I started going to the gym again because it’s been so hot all that I want to do is eat ice cream,” he explained then cast his bowl a sheepish look. “Guess I shouldn’t have gotten this much chocolate. Oh well, it’s good and I can always exercise more tomorrow.”
Hiro nodded. “Usually I jog outside and go to the gym for weights. I felt like I was going to be ill the last time I went for a run. So I switched to treadmills for now. I might start jogging in the evening or at night… there’s a park near my apartment.”
“Once your foot is better maybe we could do an evening run,” Cazqui suggested.
Maybe they had a chance at a second date then.
“I’d like that.” Cazqui had kept a good pace on the treadmill so he should be able to keep up with him just fine. Hiro licked his spoon cleaning smirking as he noticed Cazqui watching him. He scooped up more yogurt then slowly dragged his tongue up the length of the spoon to tease him.
Cazqui shifted in his seat. “Do you always eat like that?”
Hiro grinned. “Only for someone I like.”
“Bold,” Cazqui said with a note of approval. “I like that. Since it’ll be a few days before you can jog again, why don’t we start small? We could meet for coffee. Or smoothies if you don’t like iced coffee.”
“I like iced coffee in the summer.”
Cazqui nodded. “I’m busy tomorrow so does the day after work?”
Hiro considered his schedule. “I'm busy in the morning. How does afternoon sound?”
“Perfect.” Cazqui opened his bag taking out a cat shaped pen and a notebook covered in cat stickers. “My phone is charging at home,” he explained while he wrote down his number. “Have to do this the old fashioned way.” He ripped out the page and handed it to Hiro.
Sometimes old fashioned was nice. Hiro pulled out his phone to send the number a quick text before tucking the paper into his wallet.
“What did you text me?” Cazqui asked.
Hiro grinned. “You’ll find out when you get home.” He didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Though he’d probably endear himself to Cazqui if he did show him the picture he’d just sent along with other photos of his cats.
“A secret then? I'm curious.” Cazqui got up and threw out his now empty bowl and spoon. “Done?” he asked.
Hiro ate the last spoonful. “I am now.” He stood shifting most of his weight onto his good foot, trying not to limp too badly over to the garbage. “I didn’t sext you if you’re concerned about that.”
“As you said earlier, I wouldn’t be so presumptuous. I don’t like first dates turning into booty calls,” Cazqui said making a face. He grabbed his gym bag and handed Hiro’s to him then surprised him by taking his hand. “Where do you live?”
“Two stops and a short walk away. About five minutes from the station.”
“Can you make it? We could get a taxi.”
His foot was seriously hurting now. Pushing himself could make it worse so Hiro swallowed his pride. “Maybe a taxi would be better.”
They hailed a taxi and Hiro hobbled inside scooting over so Cazqui could join him. He gave the driver his address laying a gentle hand on Cazqui’s leg. “Sorry about your knees.”
“Sorry my ass distracted you.”
They both laughed.
* * *
Cazqui waved goodbye to Hiro and asked the driver to take him to the train station. Once there he paid the man and stepped outside. His knees ached and it would’ve been nice to just take a taxi home, but he didn’t want to waste the money on a taxi ride or risk getting stuck in traffic. He’d save the taxi money for his coffee date. He had just the place in mind too.
The first thing Cazqui did when he got home was check his phone. One text from an unfamiliar number—obviously Hiro. He opened it, smiling at the adorable picture of Hiro sitting on a couch with two orange cats asleep in his lap. I love cats too.
Maybe they should skip the coffee and go to a neko café instead.
Author:
write_my_dreamsPairing: Hiro x Cazqui (Nocturnal Bloodlust)
Genre: AU, humor
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: Hiro and Cazqui belong to themselves and their cats, not to me.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Hiro learns the hard way not to check out the hot guy on the treadmill while he's lifting weights.
Author's Comment: Written for the summer contest at
jrockyaoi and loosely based off a prompt I found on tumblr: "I'm too busy checking you out at the gym that I fall off the treadmill and you laugh so hard you drop a dumbbell on your foot so hey uhm do you want to escort each other to the health center?" I switched up the roles, don't want to inflate Hiro's ego too badly by having Cazqui be the one drooling over him.Physical fitness had always been important to Hiro. His favorite compliments were towards his muscles, especially someone saying he’d gotten more. Maintaining and developing said muscles required frequent visits to the gym—especially on hot, humid days where his morning jogs were difficult to complete. Some people were at their fittest during the summer, but Hiro had never liked the combination of intense heat and humidity. Whenever he went jogging he had to slow down his usual pace so he wouldn’t overheat. Last time he’d come dangerously close to throwing up in a bush. He’d have to use the gym’s treadmills until he got used to the heat or switch to swimming. The pools were always so busy though.
Hiro adjusted his hair tie and headed to the rack of dumbbells, deciding to start there and do some cardio before heading to the weight machines. The racks were in the back with the treadmills and ellipticals, only a few in use at this time. The man on machine five, directly across from him, caught his attention. He wore a white tank top and white shorts that showed off his slim legs quite nicely. Those legs would look good wrapped around Hiro’s waist, he noticed. His white hair was pulled back into a half ponytail, too short to pull back entirely. Whoever he was he clearly liked white. It looked good on him though—especially his ass. Eyeing it, Hiro groped for a dumbbell then dragged his eyes away. He was here to exercise. Not to ogle and flirt. He hadn’t seen the other man’s face yet so he shouldn’t let a nice ass and great legs distract him too badly.
Hiro soon lost himself in the rhythmic motion of lifting and if his eyes did wander over to the cutie on machine five then oh well. Something pretty to brighten the otherwise dull view of the gym. He came dangerously close to dropping the dumbbell when the other man stepped off the treadmill and turned to start doing stretches. Oh he was gorgeous. Flexible too, Hiro noticed, as he bent over his right leg to do a toe touch. Watching him was sending his thoughts deep into the gutter. It was almost a relief when he got back on the treadmill and resumed running, though at a slower pace than before.
Distraction proved to be his undoing. Eyes wandering back to Machine Five’s ass, Hiro switched the dumbbell to his left hand only to lose his grip on it. Before he could catch it, it fell—painfully—onto his left foot.
“Fucking shit that fucking hurts!” he swore violently. He removed the dumbbell from his foot just in time to see Machine Five stumble over his feet and fall hard, skinning his knees and slumping by the treadmill with a curse and groan. The perverted part of his brain appreciated seeing where his shirt rode up to expose his lower back. The rest wondered if he’d been responsible for this.
Hiro limped over. “Are you okay?” Stupid question.
Machine Five carefully turned and sat up. His knees were red and starting to bruise, no doubt matching Hiro’s foot. “I was until I heard you cursing.” He rubbed his knees, eyes catching on Hiro’s chest before raising to his face.
“Sorry. I dropped the dumbbell on my foot. What’s your name?”
Hiro got an arched eyebrow in response. “Cazqui. And you?”
“Hiro.” He reached out to take Cazqui’s hand and help him to his feet. Stronger grip than he’d anticipated since Cazqui looked so dainty and slender.
Cazqui shifted making a pained noise as he leaned over to rub his knees. “How’s your foot?” he asked.
“It feels like I just dropped a rock on it.” That would definitely be bruised. Jogging was out of the picture until this healed. He should try swimming the next time he came here. Hiro leaned his weight onto his good foot. “We’re both causalities of the gym so do you want to come to reception and get some ice with me?”
“Sure.”
Together they hobbled their way to the front desk to get ice and wraps. The receptionist stared at them, her eyes going wide as she took in the state of Cazqui’s knees and Hiro’s visible limp. “What happened to you two?” she asked.
“He dropped a dumbbell on his foot and swore so horribly I fell,” Cazqui explained.
It sounded worse when Cazqui said it aloud. What an embarrassing way to meet a guy… Hiro gave her a sheepish smile as he brushed his hair back.
“Please be careful next time,” she said. She fetched Hiro an ice pack and handed it to him then grabbed Band-Aids and sports tape for Cazqui’s knees. She escorted them over to a bench and had them sit down, making sure they were overall okay before returning to her desk. Hiro’s foot was now unpleasantly swollen so he loosened his shoelaces as much as he could without removing the shoe. He’d never get it back on with his foot in this state. Hiro set the ice pack on his shoe and leaned back with a soft sigh. That felt a little better. He glanced over at Cazqui to see him pasting Band-Aids to his knees and wrapping the sports tape around them to keep the Band-Aids in place. Fuck. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t gotten distracted he wouldn’t have dragged Cazqui down with him.
“I’m sorry about your knees,” is what he meant to say. Instead what came out was, “Do you like frozen yogurt?” Oops. Well, now that he’d basically asked Cazqui out he might as well continue with it. “There’s a shop down the street. It’s really good.”
Cazqui stared at him. “Are you… asking me on a date?”
“Are you saying yes?” Hiro replied. The incredulous look on Cazqui’s face made him smile. He’d never been the type to beat around the bush. If he thought someone was hot or wanted a date, he told them. Cazqui was gorgeous, hurt because of Hiro, and he’d gladly take him out for frozen yogurt to enjoy his company and make things up to him. Maybe it could turn into more. Cazqui was at least talking to him still so that had to mean something.
Cazqui smiled sweetly. He reached out to run his fingers down Hiro’s chest sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine as he imagined another scenario. “I do like frozen yogurt. I’ll say yes if you admit you were checking me out.”
Damn, Hiro thought he’d been subtle. Apparently not. “Were you checking me out?”
“Is that a yes?” Cazqui retorted, throwing his earlier words back at him.
Hiro couldn’t help but laugh. “It is. And I was. You have great legs and your ass is amazing. Then you turned and I saw how gorgeous you are.”
Cazqui looked puzzled. “You like my body? I’m so… scrawny compared to you though. Don’t muscle guys like you go for other muscle guys? See who has bigger pecs and biceps…” he trailed off as Hiro laughed again.
“Not for me. I don't think I could stand dating another ‘muscle guy’ as you say. We’d probably spend too much time at the gym trying to get larger muscles than the other. Besides, they’re not my type. I prefer guys… or girls… built like you.” He skimmed his hand over the top of Cazqui’s thigh. “Your turn. Were you checking me out?”
Cazqui huffed in defeat. “Fine, I was. I thought you were hot so I turned to do some stretches to see if I could catch you looking at me. Plus I did need to stretch.”
At least they’d both been checking out the other. “I noticed you were very flexible. So, FroYo?” he prompted.
“Sure. I haven’t had frozen yogurt in a while. I need to shower first though,” Cazqui said as he got up. “I’ll try to be quick.”
Hiro had barely worked up a sweat so he pulled his shirt out of his bag and tugged it on, taking out his hair tie and shaking his hair loose. Having long hair in the summer was a pain but he liked it too much to cut it.
Ten minutes later Cazqui was back dressed in a loose white shirt and faded gray jeans. He carried a backpack with the Cheshire Cat printed on it. Running a hand through his damp hair, Cazqui approached Hiro. “Is your foot up for walking?”
It would have to be. Hiro had to get home somehow. The walk to FroYo might finish his foot off, but he wasn’t going to back down. He’d be sure to ice it and take proper care of it once he was back to his apartment. “I’ll manage,” he said. “How are your knees?”
“Still sore. Good thing I wore jeans, wouldn’t want to look like I bruised my knees in a suspicious manner.” Cazqui slung his backpack over his shoulders then smirked at Hiro. “So long as I don’t kneel anytime soon I should be fine. Don’t get any ideas,” he admonished.
Hiro snorted. “I wouldn’t be so presumptuous.” He shouldered his gym bag and reluctantly returned his ice pack to reception. The heat felt like a slap in the face the second they were outside. “How can you wear jeans without melting?” he asked, glancing at Cazqui.
“I prefer them to shorts.”
Fair enough.
The short walk to FroYo proved to be rather daunting both physically and mentally as their conversation attempts kept fizzling out until they gave each other awkward smiles. First dates were tricky. Hiro automatically opened the FroYo door for Cazqui, hissing in discomfort as his weight shifted onto his bad foot. Quickly he repositioned then moved aside so Cazqui could go in first. “My treat.”
“Such a gentleman,” Cazqui said dryly. He made his way over to the yogurts and grabbed a cup. He eyed the different flavors thoughtfully before settling on strawberry. Hiro chose a mix of maccha and vanilla, topping his yogurt with berries. He tried not to grimace as he watched Cazqui drizzle chocolate sauce over his yogurt and then drop a hefty spoonful of M&M’s into the mix. The calorie content of his yogurt had surely cancelled out his exercise. “You’re not getting any chocolate?” Cazqui asked frowning as he peered into Hiro’s bowl.
“I think you’ve got enough for both of us,” Hiro pointed out. Cazqui’s answering pout was adorable. He laughed softly. “I do like chocolate, but I’ll stick to berries until my foot is better.” He set his cup on the scale gesturing for Cazqui to do the same. He paid for their FroYo. “I take it you want to eat inside?” He wanted to enjoy the air conditioning while he could.
“Absolutely. I’d melt before my FroYo did if we sat outside.” He claimed a table in the corner and happily started spooning the chocolaty concoction into his mouth. A few bites into their FroYo they overcame their earlier awkwardness and started talking. “I started going to the gym again because it’s been so hot all that I want to do is eat ice cream,” he explained then cast his bowl a sheepish look. “Guess I shouldn’t have gotten this much chocolate. Oh well, it’s good and I can always exercise more tomorrow.”
Hiro nodded. “Usually I jog outside and go to the gym for weights. I felt like I was going to be ill the last time I went for a run. So I switched to treadmills for now. I might start jogging in the evening or at night… there’s a park near my apartment.”
“Once your foot is better maybe we could do an evening run,” Cazqui suggested.
Maybe they had a chance at a second date then.
“I’d like that.” Cazqui had kept a good pace on the treadmill so he should be able to keep up with him just fine. Hiro licked his spoon cleaning smirking as he noticed Cazqui watching him. He scooped up more yogurt then slowly dragged his tongue up the length of the spoon to tease him.
Cazqui shifted in his seat. “Do you always eat like that?”
Hiro grinned. “Only for someone I like.”
“Bold,” Cazqui said with a note of approval. “I like that. Since it’ll be a few days before you can jog again, why don’t we start small? We could meet for coffee. Or smoothies if you don’t like iced coffee.”
“I like iced coffee in the summer.”
Cazqui nodded. “I’m busy tomorrow so does the day after work?”
Hiro considered his schedule. “I'm busy in the morning. How does afternoon sound?”
“Perfect.” Cazqui opened his bag taking out a cat shaped pen and a notebook covered in cat stickers. “My phone is charging at home,” he explained while he wrote down his number. “Have to do this the old fashioned way.” He ripped out the page and handed it to Hiro.
Sometimes old fashioned was nice. Hiro pulled out his phone to send the number a quick text before tucking the paper into his wallet.
“What did you text me?” Cazqui asked.
Hiro grinned. “You’ll find out when you get home.” He didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Though he’d probably endear himself to Cazqui if he did show him the picture he’d just sent along with other photos of his cats.
“A secret then? I'm curious.” Cazqui got up and threw out his now empty bowl and spoon. “Done?” he asked.
Hiro ate the last spoonful. “I am now.” He stood shifting most of his weight onto his good foot, trying not to limp too badly over to the garbage. “I didn’t sext you if you’re concerned about that.”
“As you said earlier, I wouldn’t be so presumptuous. I don’t like first dates turning into booty calls,” Cazqui said making a face. He grabbed his gym bag and handed Hiro’s to him then surprised him by taking his hand. “Where do you live?”
“Two stops and a short walk away. About five minutes from the station.”
“Can you make it? We could get a taxi.”
His foot was seriously hurting now. Pushing himself could make it worse so Hiro swallowed his pride. “Maybe a taxi would be better.”
They hailed a taxi and Hiro hobbled inside scooting over so Cazqui could join him. He gave the driver his address laying a gentle hand on Cazqui’s leg. “Sorry about your knees.”
“Sorry my ass distracted you.”
They both laughed.
* * *
Cazqui waved goodbye to Hiro and asked the driver to take him to the train station. Once there he paid the man and stepped outside. His knees ached and it would’ve been nice to just take a taxi home, but he didn’t want to waste the money on a taxi ride or risk getting stuck in traffic. He’d save the taxi money for his coffee date. He had just the place in mind too.
The first thing Cazqui did when he got home was check his phone. One text from an unfamiliar number—obviously Hiro. He opened it, smiling at the adorable picture of Hiro sitting on a couch with two orange cats asleep in his lap. I love cats too.
Maybe they should skip the coffee and go to a neko café instead.
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Date: 2015-06-29 09:28 pm (UTC)Thanks for writing <3
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Date: 2015-07-01 09:55 pm (UTC)It was fun to write. The prompt immediately got my attention and was perfect for Mr. Chest (as I call Hiro, haha)
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Date: 2015-07-01 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-02 06:06 pm (UTC)Haha yeah, or he'll be checking himself out in the gym mirror.
In my ghost series with Mejibray the last arc is them getting hired by Hiro to investigate his gym since the ghosts are terrorizing Daichi and gym members.
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Date: 2015-07-02 06:50 pm (UTC)Haha he just goes to the gym to admire his own abs. Lol.
Sweeeeet, can't wait for that then.
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Date: 2015-06-30 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-01 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-07 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-02 02:32 am (UTC)