The front door opened and Kei walked in to find Juro seated at the kitchen table, eyeing a large envelope the way someone would regard a poisonous serpent.
"That what I think it is?" He pulled his boots and socks off and padded barefooted to where his glum-faced lover sat.
"I think so. Unfortunately," Juro answered.
He ran a hand across the younger man's shoulders and leaned down to kiss him. "Don't worry about it."
"Where's Akira?"
"He looked into the window of that department store by the dojo and realized we have money." He started to rub Juro's shoulders, trying to show him there was more behind Akira going shopping than just a desire for a purse. He'd done it to give the two of them time alone because Kei wanted it.
Desire warming his blood, Kei leaned down and pressed his cheek to Juro's hair, breathing in the faint scent of--was it vanilla?--it made him smile. Akira had been right. Juro wanted something. Or as dear Aki-kun had put it, Juro wants some cock he doesn't have to share.
"Ah. Went to get that purse, did he?" Juro asked. Kei saw the man's honey-brown eyes close, felt the way he leaned back into his touch, accepting, showing his willingness for what Kei was silently suggesting.
"Yeah, and gods alone know what else he'll pick up."
"Well, he'll be in a cheerful mood when he gets home, you know."
"Yeah, until he sees this." Kei motioned to the envelope.
"I told you not to think about that right now."
"I thought you guys were picking dinner up, so I didn't cook anything."
"Akira said he'd get curry on the way home."
"Works for me."
"He's not going to be home for a couple of hours," Kei stated, continuing the massage.
"Hmmm...sounds like you've got something in mind. Do you?"
"I do," Kei told him and placed a kiss on the bassist's mouth. It was gentle, questioning, with a hungry edge that the guitarist felt his younger lover respond to eagerly.
"What about that?" Juro broke the kiss to ask, his hand motioning to the package on the table.
"Pretend it doesn't exist. It'll keep for a couple of hours," Kei replied.
"I guess it will," Juro agreed.