Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ten Songs About Sex ❯ Track Four: Like A Virgin ( Chapter 4 )

Ten Songs About Sex
Track Four: Like a Virgin


Aya knew he was playing right into Yohji’s hands, but found that he really didn’t mind it. He wasn’t oblivious; he had seen the long looks, noticed the tell-tale kindnesses of little deeds, and, most recently, felt the warm hand that only feigned thoughtlessness when it settled on his knee.

That Yohji Kudou liked him was no great secret to Aya, nor was he alien to the fact that he harbored a fascination for the blonde. Well, fascination was at least the word he chose to apply to his feelings.

Aya was not a coward. However, declaring his longings to the playboy across the hall did not seem to be a smart decision. That would put him in a position of vulnerability, and he felt that keenly enough as it was. There was, of course, the option of throwing Yohji down on the couch and screwing the life out of him. That often seemed like an excellent plan, but what would he say afterwards? If Yohji got up and left without a word, if he, as he most likely would, smiled that sideways, sloppy smile and went on as if nothing had happened, then Aya might hurt, and if he hurt, then he’d know, as he already suspected, that fascination was not the right word for how he felt about Yohji.

It was a difficult line to cross. So they stood, one on either side, trembling with tension and trying not to let it show.

Aya had given a little when he agreed to go out, and now, as he downed his forth drink and felt the warm feeling in his belly with satisfaction and desire for more, he felt his stance giving way.

Yohji was on the stage, shaking his ass dramatically as he proclaimed he was too sexy for his shirt.

~*~

“Put your shirt back on,” Aya instructed as the blonde plopped down next to him, smiling and not really expecting a compliment on his wonderful performance.

“Anything you want, Ayan,” he sighed, tugging the cloth back over his head and shaking out his hair. “Anything.”

~*~

Well, Aya was not going to rise to that bait. He wondered, briefly, though, what Yohji would do if he demanded a blowjob in the bathroom. Then he realized that he had probably had enough to drink.

~*~

“Wanna sing with me, Ayan?”

“No.”

“Then you better have another drink.” Yohji passed his own half-full glass over to the redhead, giving only a vague smile when it was taken without question. Aya took a drink and passed it back. Yohji then lifted the clear glass to his own lips and finished it; the glass clicked against the table and he looked back to Aya with a tiny smirk as he touched the rim of the glass, “Second hand kiss, right?”

The flush on his cheeks as absolutely amazing.

~tbc~

Evil Hentai Slug: *sits and stares at you intensely*