Happy New Year here's a random Stichi drabble I found on my notes app for some reason.
The first time Stuart sleeps in Ichirou's bed, he's almost convinced it's an accident.
Not on his part – ever since he first got on his knees in the office, Stuart has been pushing the limits of this arrangement. It's risky, testing Ichirou's patience just after he gained his ear, but Stuart's nothing if not a gambling man.
Getting into Ichirou's bed is less of an ordeal than Stuart anticipated. It happened one night when Ichirou had a meeting at the day job run very, very late, enough that Stuart beat him home from his night of interrogations. He came through the door looking like hell warmed over, not sharp enough to get his mask back on before spotting Stuart waiting on the sofa.
"If I may," Stuart suggested, "I could debrief as you get ready for the night."
Ichirou almost looked relieved as he nodded and turned towards the stairs. His room was as huge and spartan as Stuart had predicted, with a plush imported carpet to rest his knees on as Ichirou sits on the bed.
Ichirou goes boneless afterwards, completely drained, almost asleep even before Stuart leaves the room. That's when Stuart starts seeing the pattern – just like the dinner at the Takamoto's, it seems like nothing exhausts Ichirou more than social interactions.
That's how Stuart gets him, he's almost sure. Things between them haven't progressed past the non-recipocrated blowjobs – not because Stuart enjoys wanking in the shower when he inevitably slinks out of the room, but because that's one thing he is not willing to push Ichirou on. If he wants anything else – be it to reach a helping hand or to bend Stuart over – he's going to have to ask for it. It will be worth all the strain on Stuart's knees when he inevitably does.
