Welcome to Sakura Towers, where fantasies come to life.
Ryu has been delivering packages to Ichiro for months now, and he’s finally worked up the courage to flirt more openly with the warm and friendly older man. A chance meeting escalates their relationship, and soon Ryu is living out his fantasies of having Ichiro in his arms.
They come from different backgrounds, and their schedules are often in conflict. Ryu worries about these issues, though Ichiro shrugs them off. Can they turn this relationship into more than just sex, or will it only be a short-lived fantasy?
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Ichiro kept
glancing at his phone toward the end of the workday. He’d signed up to receive
text alerts on all of his recent orders so he didn’t miss any of them. He felt
a little silly since Ryu almost always arrived at least an hour after he’d
gotten home for the day. Ichiro wondered about that. He’d been at the end of
Ryu’s route when he was in his other apartment, but wasn’t it the same route?
Had it changed recently? Or did Ryu purposely leave him until last? He shook
his head and laughed at himself.
You’ve been reading too many manga. He
told himself not to jump to any conclusions. Yes, he was making extra effort to
be home because his last two conversations with Ryu had given him hope the
handsome younger man might be interested in him. But he didn’t need to get his
hopes up. He couldn’t exactly prove that Ryu was making any special efforts,
could he? Not unless he came right out and asked. And he’d likely make a
complete fool of himself if he did.
Of course, there
was also the chance that asking the question would spur Ryu to action. Just
imagining Ryu pushing him into his penthouse and pinning him to the nearest
wall made Ichiro anxious to be home. He adjusted his pants under his desk, glad
he’d closed his door. He’d jerked off in the shower two nights ago after seeing
Ryu in the coffee shop. If this were a manga, wouldn’t that be fate at work? He
liked to think so even as he chastised himself for viewing the real world that
way. That chance encounter could have been the universe making up for keeping them
apart earlier in the day.
He laughed at
himself again and got back to work, scheduling meetings and returning phone
calls. He left a few minutes early, again checking his phone repeatedly. His
new coffee table showed a status of being “out for delivery”, meaning Ryu was
driving it around that very moment. He drove a little faster than usual, and he
swung into his parking space under Sakura Towers in record time. He made his
way upstairs quickly and only gave nodding acknowledgments to those he passed.
He kept his phone in his hand, trying to look as busy as possible so no one
would stop him. Several current and former colleagues lived in the building,
and he didn’t want to get trapped in a conversation.
He kept an eye on
his phone as he freshened up and then cleaned up the main room a little bit. As
he ran a lint brush over the couch, he imagined himself lying on it with Ryu on
top of him. If something sparked between them, how long might it last? Ryu had
to be at least a decade younger than Ichiro was, so he might not be ready to
settle down yet. At least Ichiro now knew he liked men and wasn’t ashamed of
it. If he’d lived with a boyfriend before, then he wouldn’t want to hide what
was happening between them. Ichiro paused and straightened up. Unless their age
difference would matter—would Ryu only be interested in a physical
relationship? Would he think Ichiro only wanted sex? Ichiro’s last serious
relationship had ended because they’d wanted different things and hadn’t
communicated properly. He didn’t want to overthink this, but he couldn’t deny
the facts. They were in different places in life. Anything beyond sex would
take a lot of work.
The intercom
buzzed, and Ichiro practically dove for it. “Yes?”
“It’s Ryu.”
“Great. Come on
up.” He hit the button to allow Ryu access to the penthouse elevator, and then
he had to stand there and wait. He tapped his foot and then told himself to
stop it. Why couldn’t he go back to being as cool and collected as he’d been
before? Seeing Ryu had always been a pleasure, but he’d never been nervous like
this.
But that had been
before the flirting. Before the look they’d exchanged in the coffee shop.
Before Ichiro had touched himself as he imagined Ryu fucking him.
