No strings attached

Pt.15- For my amusement

"Fair enough I suppose." The elder man put some random movie on for the both of them to watch. He occasionally glanced at the other and was surprised to see him actually watching the movie, his eyebrows drawn closely together in thought as he took in what was happening on the screen. Instead on ruining the moment, he stayed silent until the very end. Only talking when the ending credits flashed across the screen. "I'm going to call my assistant to pick up your car. Ok?"

"Ok."

Kirishima stood up and pulled his cellphone out of his coat pocket before dialing his assistants number and waiting for him to pick up. The phone rang a few time before he heard a voice. He put the phone on speaker and sat back down next to the worker. "Hey, Hemni. I have a favor to ask."

"What's up, boss?"

"I need you to go pick up a car for me and drop it off at my house."

"Oh, did you buy a new car?"

"No, it's a friends car. He left it at a store not too far from here, so if you'd come pick up the keys, and take another worker with you to go get it, I'd be most appreciative."

"Ok. I'll be there in a bit."

"Thanks, Hemni. Also, this goes for whoever is going to drive his car- be careful with it. I don't want a single scratch or anything on it when it's dropped off. It means a lot to him, so treat it gently."

"Understood."

He hung up and patted Yokozawa's head. "Your car is in good hands. He's on his way to pick up the keys."

"You know, if you would've let me drive here, you wouldn't have to call your workers to go pick it up. I'm starting to think that you don't plan things through."

"You're in no condition to be driving anyways. Your wrist is messed up."

"It's just a fracture, and I have another arm that's perfectly fine, so I think I could've managed driving. But thanks for the concern."

Kirishima retracted his hand, and settled for flicking him on the forehead. "Settle down." He ordered, getting up and walking to the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I can always order food if you don't want anything that I have."

"Ow." Yokozawa complained, trying to rub the pain away. He glared lightly at the man, but didn't stay mad for too long. The incentive of food quickly making his foul mood pass. "What do you have?"

"Maybe we should just order something. I have food, but don't know how to prepare any of it."

Gray eyes scrutinized the elder. "What's the point of buying food if you don't know how to cook? Kinda seems like a waste to me. Anyways, what were you thinking on ordering?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want fried rice."

"Fried rice?" The elder repeated as if he hadn't heard right. "Is that all you want? I could order you an actual meal. Fried rice is just a side dish."

"....I want fried rice."

"I'll order you a large then." He smiled reassuringly.

"Thanks."

"I'll go order the food. Feel free to look around. I have a pool table down that hallway, as well as collection of random books."

Yokozawa watched the other man walk away and decided it'd be best if he just kept to himself and didn't mess with anything, so he made his way back over to the couch. He was about to sit down, but a knock at the door stopped him.

He opened the door, and was greeted by a man that was a few inches shorter than him.

"Hi. Kirishima wanted me to pick up a pair of keys. Is he here right now?"

The worker stepped out of the way and gestured for the man to come in. "He's making a call right now. You can come in if you want though."

"Mkay." The assistant entered the house and stood in the middle of the living room while Yokozawa retook his spot on the couch and simply gazed at his nails. "So, uhm, are you Kirishima-san's friend?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Nice. Where'd you two meet?"

"We met-

"That's a story for another day." Kirishima interrupted, descending the stairs with a smile on his face. "Thanks for stopping by, Hemni. Here are the keys. Just drop the car off in front or park it in the driveway." He placed the keys in his assistant's hands.

"No problem. I'll be back with the car in a bit." Hemni slid the keys in his back pocket and and exited the house, leaving both men to stand there awkwardly.

"W-were you going to tell him where we actually met?"

"Of course not. I know you don't want your colleagues knowing that you're involved with a prostitute. It'd be bad for your reputation, right? How would they feel if they knew their boss hung around with someone like me?" The way he voiced it made it sound like there was a problem, but the smile on his face contrasted that. "I wouldn't do that to you. You've already told me that you want to keep your work life and private life separated, and I respect that."

The owner of the house wanted to contradict that- to say that's not how things were. To just be able to give this man some dignity, but fact of the matter was, that was exactly the case. He wasn't embarrassed to be with a prostitute, but that's not the type of conversation he wanted to have with his employees. "T-thanks."

"Mhmm." Yokozawa hummed softly, not at all bothered. "When will the food be here?"

"In half an hour."

"I know you invited me to your house out of the blue, without a second thought, but do you really not have anything planned? Like, is there nothing you want to do?"

"I told you that I like your company. You having a nice face is a plus."

"Oh, so you like my face?"

"It's attractive. Though I'm sure you get that all the time."

"Well people don't usually compliment my face, they compliment my body along with other things."

Kirishima sat down on the couch, a perplexed look spreading across his face. "I know you say you only do this for the money, but how does that work? Do you fake liking it?"

"Fake liking it?"

"Sex. Do you fake liking the sex?"

Yokozawa blushed, and turned away. "I-I mean- sometimes?"

"Sometimes? So do you fake moan with people you're not having a good time with?"

"What's with all the weird questions all of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious." The elder shrugged. "So did you ever do it with me?"

"Do what with you?"

"Fake moan."

"No? Maybe? I don't know, nor do I want to remember." Yokozawa sat down and crossed his arms over his chest. "Does any of that even matter? Like I said before, it's not about me. As long as I get paid, and the client enjoys themselves- I don't care if I enjoy it or not. I don't sell myself because I like getting used. It's just for the money."

"So as long as you get paid, you don't care what happens."

"Pretty much."

"I see."

"You say that a lot. Everytime you ask me a question and I answer, you respond with the same thing. Was my answer not satisfactory? Did you want me to elaborate or something?"

"No. I'm just trying to figure you out is all."

"Why?"

"You amuse me."