Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Solo Mission ❯ Chapter 1

Solo Mission

 

Yohji sighed and closed his bedroom door then leaned against it. Raking his hands through his overlong blonde hair he grimaced and toed off his boots. Unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off he let the mesh top drop to the floor behind him, not really caring where it landed. He watched the smoke from his cigarette drift lazily through the semi dark room.

 

It had been a long night. Not exactly a bad one, just long. He had been on solo mission to several of the clubs. After all, who better to infiltrate clubs than him? But the dancing and drinking had him half hard most of the night and since he was on mission he didn't want to bring anyone home. He knew he should have taken that hot little redhead up on the offer of some fun in the bathroom. The image of another redhead came to mind. One that was close physically and yet a thousand miles away from him. Hair the color of fresh blood and eyes of deepest amethyst. Aya was certainly a sight to behold no matter what he happened to be doing at any given moment.

 

Oh, hell. Now he was completely hard and frustrated just thinking about the man. Well, the physical part he could take care of, he thought, smiling a little. He undid the buttons of the black jeans he was wearing letting a little sigh of relief slip from him as his hardness was freed bit by bit. The jeans slithered down to his ankles and he kicked them out of the way. Walking to the bed he flopped down on his back. He took a last drag on his smoke before crushing it out in the ashtray next to the bed.

 

Squirming around to a more comfortable position he ran one hand lightly, almost absently over his erection. Such a light touch yet he could still almost feel his own heartbeat beneath the skin. Nothing unusual in that. Thoughts of Aya had always made his heart rate go through the roof. He sighed and wrapped long, slender fingers around his cock stroking upward, still light and soft.

 

He wondered what Aya tasted like. Wanted the chance to know if the other man's lips were as soft as they looked or as hard as the rest of him. With that thought in his mind, Yohji moved his hand to grasp himself more firmly, moaning slightly at the increased pressure and friction.

 

What would it be like to have Aya's hands on him like his own was right now? To have those firm, calloused fingers sliding up and down his cock. He moaned a little louder, the image of Aya leaning over him and stroking his body until it hummed filled his mind. It also brought up other images other thoughts of how much he would love to have Aya's lips all over him. His hand moved faster, pumping in earnest and edging him closer to climax as his other hand convulsively clutched the comforter. His hips snapped up, his back bowed and he breathed the other man's name as his world turned white around the edges.

 

He sighed contently and sank into the afterglow his body and mind relaxing. He'd get up and clean himself up in a minute, he thought. His eyes flew open when he heard a voice from his doorway.

 

“Any time you need help with that, let me know, Kudoh,” Aya said, leaning on the door frame, smiling slightly.