Before we go out, I shower. Fernando holds me with gentle arms. It isn’t sexual, just tender as the warm sprays wash over our bodies. The air though holds a tightness like a bowstring notched.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, my hands creasing his biceps.
“I am really sorry I dragged you into this, Alonso,” he quietly says.
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands behind his neck. Surprise washes over his face as his Adam’s apple bobs and I kiss him. He tenses up some in my arms then he finally settles as our lips melt together like the moon and stars.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Stop worrying about it. If I could change any of this, I wouldn’t because that means I wouldn’t have you.”
He smiles down at me, his dimples prominent, and we kiss again. Butterflies swarm in my stomach and I feel my cock chub some but now isn’t the time for sex. Now is only for comfort and bliss as we scrub each other clean with scented lavender soaps and the warm running water.
When we’re both clean, Fernando shuts off the shower’s water and hands me a towel as we get out. As we dry off my eyes wander over him and back away, then they flick back again.
Fernando catches me staring and smirks as he lets his towel crumple to the ground, fully exposing himself. Without a care, his fingers fundle his naked member some and I feel my own cock chub some again. Waves of his horniness cut through me on top of my own arousal.
“No time for fun,” he laughs as my towel slips out of my hands nervously and my cock sticks straight out “Follow me, my love.”
Fernando grabs my hand, our fingers lacing together, as he leads me back into the bedroom. He pulls me into a closet who’s lights switch on with our entrance.
My eyes grow large as I take in a closet that is just as big as the bedroom it connects to, if not bigger, that’s painted a calming dark blue.
There are rows of various types of shirts, jackets, shorts, pants, and shoes lining both sides of the closet. In the center of the room sits a table that holds an array of watches and sunglasses of all different designs laying on black silk.
“The right side,” he points. “I set up for your clothes. You’ve probably already noticed stuff that isn’t familiar, that’s because I added some things while you were sleeping that I thought you might enjoy. Of course you’re not limited to just that stuff, you can always grab something from the left but it may be a tad loose fitting. But I’m sure I can fix that simply with a shrinking hex. That is if you want them fixed.”
Fernando let’s go of my hand and I walk over to the side of the wall he setup for me.
My hand wanders through the clothes, some familiar as he said, and others new. I take down a black button up shirt and hold it up to my naked torso. I pull it away, look at the designer tag of Versace, and place it back on the rack. I look back at Fernando, his arms folded across his chest and eyes twinkling as he watches me. A hint of nervousness laces the air.
“Thank you,” I say, my stomach turning some with how overwhelming it all is. I grip onto my brother’s dog tags that hang around my neck for comfort. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“It’s fine,” he smiles. “It wasn’t any trouble really. There’s underwear your size too, in one of the drawers below the watches. Along with some socks and ties too”
I go over to the drawers. I pullout one and inside are rows of neatly folded designer underwear and jocks.
I pull on boxer briefs, jeans, the nice black button up I pulled out earlier, a crimson tie, and a pair of Nikes.
My heart beats a hundred miles an hour as I look at myself in one of the tall mirrors.
“You look fantastic,” Fernando says, standing behind me, dressed in jeans and a blue shirt button up. “Here”
He takes my right hand and puts a Rolex around my wrist with steady hands.
“You don’t have to give me that,” I stammer. “It’s too much and what if I lose it.”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “It cost nothing compared to everything you’ve given me or will give me one day, Alonso. Anyway, how are you going to be able to tell time? No phones.”
“Thank you,” I say, no doubt blushing the color of cherries.
“And this,” he says holding up the coin he left at Donkey Shoe the other day. “Make sure to keep this on you. If we ever get separated it’ll make it easier for you to find me.”
“How?” I ask him.
“Just kiss it and call my name,” He smiles, placing it into my pocket.
“For real?
“For real.”
We make our way out of the closet, down a hall, a flight or two of stairs, down another hallway, and to a door at the end of another hallway that branches at an angle.
I don’t pay attention to much of my surroundings as we made our way to the door, Fernando holds my hand and a stupid grin plays across my face. Even though it’s somewhat cliche, the world feels dipped in our strong emotional connection. It’s like ecstasy.
The door opens without a single creeking sound and we step out, into the busy Tokyo night.
Where exactly in the city, I’m not sure of. Only that the door exits onto an outside hallway lined with plain white doors evenly spaced, making the layout behind our door even more than impossible by it’s defying of space and logic.
The outside air is a crisp biting nip on the nose and I can’t help but shivle as I take in the foreign new city with endless slopes of buildings varying in size and age. It pulses with life before me in a kaleidoscope of colors and noises.
“Do you need a coat?” Fernando asks me.
“I’m fine,” I tell him.
“Here’s one anyway,” he smiles, pulling a coat out of thin air and draping it around my shoulders. He pulls another coat out of the air and puts it on.
“Where do you pull them from?” I ask him, like a curious three year old.
“Our closet,” he tells me. “Can’t really create them out of nothing. Everything must come from somewhere.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to magic,” I blurt out, laughing some.
“That’s fine,” he smiles back at me. “Personally, I never have gotten used to it. It makes for a very dream-like existence. Now, would you rather we travel by Taxi, train, and foot to the city’s heart or by me just teleporting us there?”
“Teleportation,” I say a tad too fast.
He laughs, ” Teleportation it is.”
And like that it all melts away and we stand next to a statue of a dog in a busy portion of the city where neon signs advertise various items and lavish anime drawings. The ground pulses with a crowd that seems to stream endlessly from the train tunnel exits near by.
“Welcome to one of Tokyo’s more renowned city wards, Alonso,” Fernando says. “Shibuya.”
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