Hobbies
Fun little blurb about the boys fairly early in their relationship.
~1200 words (2 pages)
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“What do you do for fun? You know, those days you’re not either across the world at a tradeshow or at some fancy party.” Toshiya rolled his basketball on the ground between his feet. He was taking a break, sitting on the pavement with his arms behind him to prop himself up. Yellow sleeveless gymshirt over mid-thigh red shorts, both red socks recently tugged back up over his ankles before they were lost in his tried-and-true sneakers. His hair was pushed back off his sweaty forehead, a recently emptied water bottle nearby. He looked over Rosaire with contented eyes, happy to visit with his man if only for a short while.
Rosaire found himself kneeling nearby, his briefcase fallen over and sunglasses tucked on his shirt collar. He was in a fine charcoal suit, his shirt and tie both different shades of blue. It was a particularly masculine look that was completely betrayed by his designer boots and the fine, custom jewelery adorning his neck and ears. Even the little speck of a piercing on his nose had been swapped from the usual gold for a small blue gemstone. “Other than go out with you?” Full lips smirked, eyebrows rising.
“Well, that’s a full time hobby for sure… but…” He tilted his chin up with a smug little smile, as if beckoning for a little peck of a kiss that never came. Instead Rosaire grabbed hold of one of Toshiya’s shoulders and gave him a squeeze before letting his hand trail down to rest on a delightfully swollen bicep.
“I don’t have much time these days… I guess I mostly just hang out on social media.” He paused and looked over the other man. “I suppose I’ve never really had any hobbies that weren’t some form of socializing.”
“Really? No art or sports--”
“Do I look like I play sports?”
“Well,” Toshiya reached up with his opposite hand and laid thick fingers on the fine ones that held his arm. “You’d probably make a good tennis player, golfer… gymnast? I’ve seen the way you can bend…”
“Toshiya…”
Another cheeky smile. “Video games?”
“When would I have the time?”
“Card games or board games or-- ooh, what about tabletop games?”
“No, no, and definitely no.”
“Hmm. Well, maybe we need to try something new together? Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to try? I could show you how to play ball! I’m not very good at shooting though, more of a defense player…”
Rosaire chuckled as he checked his watch, “Can you imagine me trying to throw a ball all the way up there?” He nodded toward the half-court’s hoop. “I think I’d dislocated a shoulder in the process of aiming.”
“Oh, come on…”
“And I don’t have much of an eye for the arts, to answer your earlier question. I tried writing and painting at various points in my life on the advice of my therapist and I kind of feel like it made things worse.”
“Isn’t art supposed to be subjective? Or an outlet for your emotions? It’s not supposed to be perfect afterall!”
“Toshiya, I went to mix the blue and the green to make teal and I somehow ended up with brown. Pretty sure the canvas was going to catch fire if I kept at it long enough…”
A small chuckle and Toshiya propped an ankle on his basketball to prevent it from escaping. He leaned over and far more directly gestured for a small kiss. “I can teach you calligraphy. I do that, you know?”
“Do you now?” The hint was taken and the pair joined briefly at the lips.
“Oh yeah! Takes a steady hand but it’s… you know, meditation.”
“Hmm,” he looked down at his watch one more time. “You know, I … actually do have one hobby.” Blue eyes looked back up to catch black-brown eyes watched him with a small blush on his cheeks. “But…”
“But..?”
Sigh. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I would never. As long as it’s not stamp collecting.”
“... It’s philately.”
“… what?”
"Stamp collecting."
A light chuckle but Toshiya realized the other was being serious. “Really?”
“Really. It’s quite the impressive collection, I must say.”
“I… you’re going to have to show me this collection next time I’m over.”
“So you can laugh at it?” Rosaire stood up and tidied his suit, finding his briefcase once more and dusting it off. Right behind him was Toshiya rising to his feet. He looked far more serious now, definitely trying his best not to chuckle in disbelief.
“No, I want to see it! I mean, you know, I was joking when I said that, but if that’s really your hobby then I want to check it out!” He pushed his hair back over his head once more, adjusting himself before putting both hands on his man’s shoulders, sliding down his arms to coax his hands into a loving grasp. “Do you really have to go already?”
“I do; I’m sure Louissant is getting antsy to leave for the airport.”
Toshiya sighed and leaned down to provide a kiss, and another. They had already said their formal goodbye the night before but the men just had to visit once more before yet another multi-day business trip took Rosaire away. “I’m serious, Ros. Show me your collection when you get home, and I’ll bring over my portfolio of calligraphy!”
“You have a portfolio? For what purpose?” Long brown braids hung over one shoulder as Rosaire tilted his head with a smirk, receiving another small kiss.
“I wanted to start a video channel about it. You know, on YouTube! But you know me, I don't know how any of those things work online… I gave up before I started.”
“Mmm, well, when I get back we can share those, hmm?”
“After we share a little something else…” Another kiss, pulled into an embrace for a final farewell. Rosare looked up at his man with a little smirk, which was given the reply of playfully raised eyebrows. “I’ll miss the way you look at me when I’m being embarassing.”
“Let me know when I need to send a selfie with that exact expression.”
“You’ll use up all your data!”
Rosaire chuckled and offered one last kiss and, “I’ll see you in a few days, Toshiya,” before he slipped on his sunglasses and departed for where his gleaming white car was waiting. A little wave, and blown kiss from the court up to the car, and once the shorter man was gone Toshiya turned around and retrieved his basketball.
A few dribbles and he shook his head, “Stamp collecting?” He shot at the hoop and completely missed.
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