Ian looked up from chopping fruit, head cocked, “Is it bad?” “Most people would say yes.” “I'm a 65-year-old man whose last relationship 14 years ago ended in my partner cheating. I don't think you can scare me.” Kazuo grinned, “Alright, then. I'm lactose intolerant.” Ian shoved a strawberry in his mouth, “Well, that's not so bad.”
“It's caused fights.”
“With your dad…your horrible, monstrous dad?” “No. In public. Between strangers.” Ian snorted, choking on the strawberry. Kazuo rushed over, pounding on his back until he coughed it up. Ian leaned on the counter, giggling.
Kazuo leaned on the counter, patting Ian on the shoulder, “You okay, buddy?” “I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that.” Kazuo grinned, poking him in the ribs, “And here I thought you were a distinguished, older gentleman.” “Oh, please. I have no dignity.” Kazuo turned, leaning against Ian, body pressed to his, “That's great, neither do I.”
“I didn't want to say anything about your…fragrance.” “Is that why you helped me shower so well after that first time we…?” “Yup.” “Yeah,” Kazuo rubbed his neck, “I didn't really have access to soap growing up….or showers…water was off a lot. Also didn't pay attention in health class. I'm surprised you could stand to be near me.”
“The thing is, I was raised to be polite. I don't know if it was a 40s thing, a British thing, or a little of both, but I can tolerate a lot. So I was not put off by the fact that you were greasy and oily and smelled like farts and ball sweat.” Kazuo put his hand to his forehead, swooning, “Such a gentleman! Seriously, I'm sorry you had to have me crawling all over you and…pawing…drooling…”
Ian pulled him close, “I'd take you, pre-good washing over any of the other hounds I've let crawl all over me.” “I'm honored.” “You should be. You can hold a conversation, you don't ignore me….or my needs, and you don't yell at me to shut up. You're miles above them,” Ian ran his hands down Kazuo's hips, “And…you put up with my terrible sleep habits.”
“You're gorgeous, even snoring and drooling.” “Ah, flattery,” Ian dipped Kazuo low, sticking a strawberry in his mouth, “Here, you need more fresh fruit in your diet.” “You're my favorite fruit.” Ian started laughing, nearly dropping him, “You're perfect. Never change.”
That first night at Ian's, Kazuo wakes up in the very early hours of the morning, and gets up to wander. He stops to look in on Ian for a couple minutes, trying to process his FEELINGS, then heads downstairs to browse through all the VHS, the DVDs, the video games and the music. He finds the massive collection of punk and metal, and that just seals the fact that he and Ian belong together.