[The bar is easy enough to find, and Akechi makes sure to find a seat that's more to the side, hiding him from most of the crowd in case anyone might spot him, but gives him an easy view at the stage. And he makes sure he can also be seen from the stage in return.
Sure enough, he doesn't fit in, with his white button down shirt, even if it's a shirt sleeved one and black slacks, but this is as casual as he will get when he's out in public. The cold cigarette smoke isn't exactly pleasing to him, and he already yearns for a shower to get the smell out of his hair and clothes again, but the view and entertainment is certainly worth to pay that price.
Iwai does look indeed quite hot, standing there on the stage, literally rocking his guitar, and while it's not Akechi's usual taste of music, the visual more than makes up for it. He sips his drink while watching, timing it perfectly so that when the band's set ends, he is indeed free to go.
He gives his best and brightest smile, but someting about it promises a darker edge that wasn't quite there before.]
Munehisa-san. Of course, I was just waiting for you to finish. Is there a specific place you had in mind?
[he nods over his shoulder towards the stage]
You did sell yourself short there, that was quite the display of skill.
[It's probably wrong to think of Akechi as looking cute in his comparatively formal dress, so self-contained and singular in these ill-fitting surroundings, but that's the first word that comes to Iwai's mind. It stays there right up until Akechi gives him that smile, at which point it's swiftly replaced by his earlier impressions: pretty, and sexy.
His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.
[Akechi already wondered if it would simply end up at either one of their places, or a hotel room, because he wouldn't invite anyone into his home, especially not for something like this. So he gladly takes the invitation, that smirk getting ever so slightly wider.]
Sounds good to me.
[Sure, he could ask about intentions, about potential family being around, or why not meet there immediately, or more, but he keeps those to himself. The intentions are pretty clear anyway, so why bother pretending? Especially not with Akechi's eyes sliding along Iwai's exposed arms and how the fabric of the tshirt stretches over his chest, without showing any shame or discretion. No one is paying them any attention once they left the bar and the streets are almost empty, so why hide that he enjoys the company?]
Strong and quick hands do sound promising, [Please, he couldn't ignore that one] but don't worry. I can still appreciate skill, even if the genre is another. I hope the way isn't too far though? Maybe you could show me a bit more once we're there. I'd love to see those hands work.
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Sure enough, he doesn't fit in, with his white button down shirt, even if it's a shirt sleeved one and black slacks, but this is as casual as he will get when he's out in public. The cold cigarette smoke isn't exactly pleasing to him, and he already yearns for a shower to get the smell out of his hair and clothes again, but the view and entertainment is certainly worth to pay that price.
Iwai does look indeed quite hot, standing there on the stage, literally rocking his guitar, and while it's not Akechi's usual taste of music, the visual more than makes up for it.
He sips his drink while watching, timing it perfectly so that when the band's set ends, he is indeed free to go.
He gives his best and brightest smile, but someting about it promises a darker edge that wasn't quite there before.]
Munehisa-san. Of course, I was just waiting for you to finish. Is there a specific place you had in mind?
[he nods over his shoulder towards the stage]
You did sell yourself short there, that was quite the display of skill.
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His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.
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Sounds good to me.
[Sure, he could ask about intentions, about potential family being around, or why not meet there immediately, or more, but he keeps those to himself.
The intentions are pretty clear anyway, so why bother pretending?
Especially not with Akechi's eyes sliding along Iwai's exposed arms and how the fabric of the tshirt stretches over his chest, without showing any shame or discretion. No one is paying them any attention once they left the bar and the streets are almost empty, so why hide that he enjoys the company?]
Strong and quick hands do sound promising, [Please, he couldn't ignore that one] but don't worry. I can still appreciate skill, even if the genre is another.
I hope the way isn't too far though? Maybe you could show me a bit more once we're there. I'd love to see those hands work.