No flowers was probably a better choice. Those that weren't Speedy edible would have been neglected because Tommy sure as hell wouldn't know what to do with them. And coffee? That was the right choice. Tommy opens the door soon after the knock comes, moving away from his account books.

Fuck look at him, an adult. Account books.

But damn, opening the door to a handsome guy with coffee in hand...?

"Please tell me that's for me."

Coffee! Tommy happily takes the cup. Too bad Leon likely didn't tell them it was for Tommy. Yusuke probably would have put in, like, quad espresso shots or something. HE does take a sip.

"I mean, doing accounting shit. Hate it so much. But, you know, responsible adult or whatever."

He moves into the apartment, nodding for the guy to follow. The duning room table is covered with accounting books. Distantly beyond it is the couch, which has bedding and pillows on it. Clearly Tommy sleeps there and not in the actual bed.

"Yeah, well there's a business going on here, so I didn't have much choice," Tommy says with a sigh. Before he knows it he's going to need glasses or some shit.

"Uh... Since we closed up for the day?"

So a long time.

What?

"Are you kidding man? I could use a break. And you always are welcome for an extended period when the proper bribes are offered."

By which he clearly means the coffee.

Of course coffee was the best bribe. And imagine what he could get if he knew Tommy's order.

"So, what brings you over?"

Just in the neighborhood? Tommy rolls his eyes.

"We live in the same neighborhood far as I know. And you brought me coffee which is not in the neighborhood. Try another one."

"Uh huh. And you just coincidentally bought me coffee?"

Nah, man, he sees through you. Smiles at Leon with a tilt to his head.

"Is it so hard to admit you wanted to see me, Bunbun? That you went out of your way to get an excuse to do so?"

Yes, that's not wrong at all. He's still smiling to himself.

"So it is hard to admit you want to see me," he says, happy to keep poking at this. "Come on, tell me something true here. You wanted to see me specifically, didn't you?"

Well, he was up to this. Just paperwork and math.

"I promise my personal life isn't that interesting when I'm not caring for Speedy," Tommy says with a shrug. "I'm sort of a boring guy."

"No, that's when I'm exciting," Tommy says, looking at Leon. "Don't try and tell me you didn't like it. I wowed you."

Really? Then he smiles and gets to his feet.

"Then maybe we should make more impressions."

Really? Tommy grins and bounces to his feet, puts the coffee aside, and then offers his hand out to Leon.

"Bet you will."

"Well now I really want you to get over here and tell me what's on your mind."

Because clearly there's something interesting going on.

"I really think it is," Tommy grins back at him. "Why, you going to back down?"

"Going to lead this time?" Tommy asks, grinning as he's tugged in.

Oh. Okay, well, he had felt like they'd been dancing around this, but damn if he hadn't thought Leon would fail to seal the deal. But here it was. A kiss. His heart raced, maybe just a little, at it.

Of course he wasn't fighting it. Of course he wasn't pulling away. This? This was good. He just wished he had a bed to lay them out on. Instead he backs them toward the couch, ready to pull Leon down onto it with him. Giving up the kiss wouldn't be worth it of course.

It's okay. Let Tommy pay attention for you both. He's definitely got the brain space for that. Like he's got the brain space for sitting down on the couch and pulling Leon with him. See. Talented.

"I'm a master at getting from point A to point B. Just, you know, usually physically," he laughs when Leon comments. "I don't mind it, you know. This moment, right here, with you. In case you're self conscious."

Oh, there are always multiple directions people can go. But he's content to del with the one selected for them. Because kissing? Kissing is nice. Really nice.

He doesn't even mind that Leon is kissing him again so he can't respond. That's fair. It's really fair.

Well damn, the guy knows what he wants doesn't he? Tommy loves it. Missed being wanted like this. Being desirable.

The only time he pulls back is when he really needs to breathe.

"Best coffee delivery. Ever."

Hardly a 'quit it' so much as a 'let me get a breather. Hell, TOmmy's still looking at the guy's lips.

"Oh, you think I should return the favor? Is that an invitation?"