Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ This Moment ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

“Rise and shine.” An eye peaked from underneath the covers then, disappeared again. “I said...Rise and shine! C’mon.”

“What time is it?”

“Time to get up.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

“Breakfast is on the table. Don’t let it get too cold before you get there...or eaten.”

“Hey, shouldn’t you be sleeping in? It’s not like you have school today or anything, you’re suspended.”

“That doesn’t mean the world has stopped.”

+++

Yohji sat at the breakfast table with Van and Yoko who looked very tired. “You kids alright?” he asked. They just gave him a glossy look. “Okay...well, eat up.” He noticed that Omi wasn’t eating. “Aren’t you going to have any breakfast?”

“Already ate,” he said zipping up his jacket.”

“Well, where are you off to?”

“Just for a walk. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay, make sure of that. I might need you’re help soon.”

Omi nodded and headed out the door. He walked three blocks to Ken’s house and knocked on his bedroom window. The brunette slid it open and Omi climbed through. “Hey Omi. What’s up?”

“Nothin’, it’s just that I won’t be able to see you at school today and I know that you work tonight so I won’t be able to see you then either. Just thought I’d stop by.”

“Damn. Look at your eyes. The rest of you looks wide awake but your eyes...they say something else.”

“I hardly got any fuckin’ sleep last night. I’ve been up since four or five this morning watching cartoons. Once I figured I’d be up for a while I decided to make some hot chocolate but we were all out. I still wanted something hot to drink though so I drank a bunch of tea and didn’t realize ‘til afterward how much caffeine was in it. So I’m wired.”

“Wow, you’re even talking kind of fast. Are you alright?”

“I hope so.”

“Hmm...I’ve got something that’ll calm you down and make you sleep.” Ken went across the room and opened up his dresser drawer. “Here,” he said opening a bottle of pills. “These will send you right to the sandman. Just make sure you’ll be able to get at least seven hours of undisturbed sleep,” Ken said, putting two of the little tablets into a snack baggy. “You only need one at a time.”

“Awesome.” Omi put the baggy into his coat pocket. “I’ll probably take one as soon as I get home.”

“Okay, I’ll try to call you later once I get to work. Maybe I can even stop by to see you. I know the Warden’s probably all over your case, especially now that you’re suspended.”

“Who Yohji? Nah, he’s been acting pretty cool.”

“Don’t tell me you guys bonded,” Ken smiled.

“Actually, we kind of did. We spent some time together and talked a lot about– uhm...music and stuff.”

“Hmm. Maybe he is cool...maybe”

“Yeah...Anyway, I’ll let you finish getting ready for school.”

“See ya.”

+++

When Omi returned to his own neighborhood, he saw Ohashi-san entering his home and Yohji was pulling out of the driveway in his car. The man drove toward Omi and stopped at the curb. The passenger side window was down. “Hop in,” said the older boy. They drove to all the boring places that Yohji had on his list, the dry cleaners, the bank, and to the salon where Yohji always got his hair deep shampooed and trimmed bi-weekly.

They waited in the lounge for Yohji’s preferred hair stylist. He was a bit early for his appointment. “I thought you said we were going to a barber shop?” Omi said looking around. He noticed that the only other people in the shop were women. “You’ve got to be kidding me...this is a beauty parlor.”

“It’s a hair cuttery.”

“People are coming here to get perms and the only magazines they’ve left for us to read have tampon advertisements and lipstick coupons.” Yohji rolled his eyes. “See look, they even have an article here about the Back Yard Boys and one of the member’s little brother Aaron Carpenter. I think those are their names...”

“What’s your point.”

“This is a girl store.”

“You know what. Why don’t you get your hair clipped too. It’s lookin’ a little shaggy. My treat.”

“I can’t, I’d never live it down.”

“Not even if I got that blonde chick over there to do it,” Yohji nodded in her direction.

“Uh...well, you know, since I’m already here, I might as well get a trim.”

“That’s what I thought.”

After the salon they made their way back to Yohji’s apartment near the downtown area. Omi carried Yohji’s dry cleaning and the house keys while the older man tucked a few boxes under his arms. The elevator was out of service so they ended up climbing three flights of stairs to the top floor. Omi quickly opened the door, he could tell that Yohji’s arms were getting tired. In fact, he dropped the boxes to the floor as soon as they entered the studio. “Just set those clothes on the bed over there, Omi.”

The younger boy did as he was told and looked around the room slowly. It had tall windows and high ceilings with ornate carvings all around. “Wow, this place looks more like a loft than it does a regular apartment. It’s so different.”

“This used to be a classy hotel building during the twenties. That’s why there isn’t really a bedroom, just open space. It’s small but it’s really nice for a studio and all the appliances are new. I think this used to be the presidential suite. The owner said it’s the only one with a big kitchen and walk in closet.”

“Is it expensive? I mean it’s close to downtown and everything and this place is so contemporary.”

“Well, it should be expensive but I get a break on the rent.”

“How is that?”

“That guy you saw me kissing in the photo owns this place. Well, his family does anyway, but he’s really the one left in charge. He only makes me pay the true value of the apartment. But every other tenant pays at least a third more than I do. But they can afford it,” Yohji said batting a hand. “Most of them are rich.”

“Hm.”

“Oh shit! That reminds me, I’m supposed to turn in some paperwork for my DUI by the third of this month. Damn, and my fax machine is broken so I can’t submit it that way. I’ll have to take it there myself. I bet there’s gonna be a line at the motor vehicle office; shit not to mention traffic on the way back home.”

“Well,” Omi breathed. “...let’s get crackin’.”

“Are you okay?”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night and I’ve been running on caffeine all morning. I’m just a little groggy.”

“Well...I can already tell you’re not up for this especially after climbing those damn stairs. I don’t wanna make you suffer with me, just stay here. I shouldn’t be gone more than a few hours.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.”

“Ja na.”

+++

There was absolutely nothing worth while on television. Omi sat on Yohji’s bed which also served as a sofa. He forced himself to watch soap operas but they were all so predictable. Yohji had only been gone ten minutes but already the young man was growing bored. He sighed with regret that he’d stayed behind.

It was really heating up so Omi took of his jacket and placed it in a nearby chair. The baggy Ken had given him slipped halfway out of the garment and Omi smiled to himself noticing it. He’d nearly forgotten about the pills. Yohji would be gone for a while and this would give him a chance to catch up on some much needed sleep. He snapped one of the tablets in half, put the rest back into the bag and set it on the night stand while he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He place the broken pill on the back end of his tongue and drank it down. Omi dropped some ice into his glass and headed back to the bed. It was still so hot so he took of his shirt and threw it on top of his jacket. Now he was really starting to relax. He was sitting in bed, no shoes, no shirt with an ice cold drink and the remote in his hand. He started to get a floaty feeling that let him know the tablet Ken gave him was working. He drank the rest of his water and used the toilet. Feeling light as a feather he softly nestled onto the bed and went to sleep.

+++

Yohji sat, rubbing his temples and keeping the air conditioning on full blast. He looked around at other drivers stuck in the mess of traffic with their windows rolled down for lack of air. He pitied them, the sun was brutal today. Finding himself ahead of schedule he stopped by the Tsukiyono house to see if his grandmother needed any help with Van and Yoko. She said she’d been feeling much better lately and that she’d only had a twenty four hour bug earlier but Yohji just wanted to make sure.

One last stop was to the grocery store for some soda. All he had was water at home and he knew Omi might be tired of that. When he got home, he would order a pizza and they’d watch a movie or something.

Yohji was glad to see the elevator working again and he rode it to the top. He entered his apartment and noted how quiet it was. He put the soda away quietly in the kitchen, realizing that Omi was sleeping and didn’t want to wake him up with harsh sounds; it usually left people in a bad mood. He gingerly sat on the bed and called Omi’s name. “Omi, Omi–.” The younger boy didn’t answer. Yohji frowned. “I know you can hear me,” he smiled. He found it awfully curious that the boy had removed his shirt. He lightly poked him in the back twice and thought he saw Omi fidget. [I knew he wasn’t really sleeping. What could this mean?] Yohji thought to himself. He put his hand over Omi’s right arm. He rubbed it with his thumb as he placed himself behind the younger man and drew closer. Yohji leant over the side of the blonde’s face and lowered his mouth to whisper in his ear but instead dropped his lips further and kissed the lobe. He thought he felt Omi twitch again and pulled the boy further against his chest. [He’s scared. He’s never done this before. Should I stop?] Yohji hesitated for just a moment, just a breath but, this all felt too good to end now. He licked down the side of Omi’s neck and kissed it tenderly. His hair smelled so good. Yohji found himself being a little too passionate and little red marks were showing up where his mouth had trailed.

Yohji started to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. This time he hesitated a bit longer. He knew that this might be going too far. He sighed lightly and looked around in thought. He got off the bed and walked around to the bedside Omi was facing on. He got on his knees before the boy whose eyes were half lidded and Yohji could not read them. Could not tell what Omi was thinking. The older man came closer and placed a soft kiss to the younger boy’s lips. He pressed harder and let his tongue slip out but Omi did not seem receptive.

Yohji pulled back and really took a good look at his friend this time. “Omi?” he asked. “Omi. Are you listening to me? The boy had no reaction. A cold feeling sank into Yohji’s chest. “Answer me,” he demanded with a louder and more serious tone. He shook the boy’s form with one hand. Omi’s body was still limp without any reaction. Yohji tried to sit him up and lightly shake him again. The weight of the younger man’s body was causing him to slip from Yohji’s grasp. Noticing a little water left in a glass on the night stand, he splashed it in Omi’s face but the only success he found was a soft moan. He was starting to panic but, the one clue that made his body tremble most was the bag of white tablets he also found on the night stand. “Oh, shit, oh Shit!”

He picked Omi up into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He figured more water might bring even better results from the boy. Yohji sat him in th tub and tried to set him closest to the spout where he repeatedly splashed the blonde in the face and dampened his hair. Omi moaned some more and slowly started to move but he still seemed very much in another world. Yohji feared that turning on the showerhead might be too much of a shock for the young man’s body all at once but something had to be done. The water came down like rain. “Uh...ehhh...”

“Omi, can you hear me?”

“Ehh...turn it off,” the younger boy ground out.” “Off, now.”

Yohji did as told and watched as Omi’s movements became more normal and his eyes blinked open. Yohji grabbed a towel and wiped the boy’s face.

Omi looked around slowly taking in the situation then, turned in Yohji’s direction. “What the fuck is going on? Why am I...” Omi sighed trying to collect his thoughts. “Help me out of here, would you?”

“Okay, just sit on the edge of the tub here. I’ll go get you some dry pants.”

The blonde sat in the bathroom still not quite understanding what had happened. His thoughts were fuzzy and so was his vision. Why had he been soaked in a bathtub and Why did Yohji look so fretful? The green of his eyes seemed so dark.

Footsteps meant that the older boy was back. He brought a large blue towel and some pajama pants with him. Handing the items to his friend he questioned the boy again. “Are you alright? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Omi tried to focus in Yohji’s direction. He could see that the man still looked very flustered. His chest was moving up and down rapidly which led him to also notice the undone buttons on the man’s shirt. A good portion of his smooth skin was exposed. The younger man shook his head in response to Yohji’s question. Omi tried to stand and the taller boy steadied him. “Try not to move around to much. Here, I’ll help you. Hold onto my shoulders.” Yohji undid the front of Omi’s pants and pulled them down along with the boy’s underwear. The entire time he kept his eyes locked with the younger man’s as not to embarrass him by staring at his nakedness. He held the pajama pants up while Omi looked down and stepped into them on his own. “Dry the rest of yourself off with this towel. I’m gonna go put your stuff in the dryer.

+++

They stepped into the house silently. As soon as Omi’s clothes had dried they’d just driven back home. Ohashi-san was reading the children a story before they went to sleep again. It was something they’d been doing a lot of.

Omi went straight to his room and closed the door. His mind wasn’t so dizzy anymore but he still couldn’t recollect much. “Oh, well,” he sighed. He opened the window to let some fresh air in and sat at his computer. He started playing an online game and was doing a rather bang-up job. He smiled with self satisfaction.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Yohji entered and closed it again behind him. “Omi.”

“Just a sec, I’m almost done.”

“This is important. Pause the game.”

“Hang on!” Yohji strode forward and unplugged the computer. “Was that necessary?!”

“What the hell happened today?”

“I could ask you the same question. I took a nap and woke up with you dunking me in the tub.”

“What was with the pills?”

“They were just to help me sleep. A friend gave them to me. I thought you’d be gone longer than what you did so I took half of one. It was no big deal.”

“Omi! I couldn’t fucking wake you up! It was like you were dead but still breathing.”

“Couldn’t you tell that I was just sleeping?”

“Your eyes were half open. I thought you’d gone comatose or something.”

“Sometimes I sleep with my eyes open. A lot of people do that. It didn’t mean you had to freak out on me.”

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Yohji asked slowly. “I found you knocked out cold, I could Not wake you. I found drugs next to your limp body with your eyes half open. Do you know what that looked like to me?!”

Omi didn’t say anything. He was beginning to realize the seriousness of the situation. “I swear I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Omi, please work with me. We’ve had the maturity talk already. Start heading the advice! There are some things in life that you have to pay extra caution to. There are some situations that you cannot, Can Not afford to be irresponsible with or face a troubled fate! I know you’re still a teenager and you don’t fully comprehend the responsibility of what becoming a man means but start being more thoughtful and more careful.”

“Gomen nasai. I’m sorry I scared you,” he said with dampened blues. The tears were really beginning to well up as embarrassment kicked in. He started to consider the real consequences that his family would have had to face due to his own carelessness if he had really done himself harm.

“I’m not here to make you cry but I’m glad that you are, it means you’re paying attention.” Omi wiped his eyes with the hem of his shirt. “I was considering getting a pizza earlier. Does that still sound like a good idea?” The boy nodded. “Any special requests?”

“Anchovies,” Omi replied while trying to muster a smile.

“Let me rephrase that. Any good requests?”

+++

Yoko and Van poked their heads around the corner of their bedroom door. They were in slightly better spirits and the pizza smelled good. Noticing how pitiful they looked, Yohji took them each a slice and they ate happily in bed. While they were sleeping, Omi looked in on them and watched them breathe. He was starting to miss his parents. And although he hated to admit it, he was really glad that his mother had hired someone to help out. He wouldn’t have known where to start on his own when Yoko and Van woke up with chicken pox but Yohji was all over it. Not to mention the fact that he’d get pretty lonely without anyone his own age or older to talk to, especially now that his best friend Ken had a job and didn’t come over as much anymore.

“Omi, can I use your computer for a second?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Yohji went into Omi’s room and sat at the desk. The younger boy could hear his friend clicking away at the keys. He eventually walked down the rest of the hallway and entered the room. He sat on his bed and started to pick at the covers playfully. “Are you getting ready for bed soon?”

“Yeah, I think maybe I’ll just go to sleep now. I’m not very tired but don’t desire anything else.” Omi laid down on his side. He noticed that the open buttons on Yohji shirt were now closed again and he wondered why they’d been undone in the first place. “When are you coming to bed?”

It was a simple question yet it suggested so many different things. It showed that Omi was expecting Yohji to share the bed him again. His tone had been so comfortable and so was his expression. Yohji paused his thoughts before his imagination ran away with him. “Soon. I need to wash up first.”

After a quick shower, Yohji dried his hair as best he could with a towel then, finished the job with a blow-dryer. He threw on some blue pajama pants and a plain t-shirt. He thought about going bare chested on account of how hot it still was but he didn’t want to offend his host in someway. Entering the room, he saw Omi lying awake and reading a magazine. Yohji quietly walked to the bed and climbed in. He didn’t make a peep.

“I’m not really reading this thing you know. You don’t have to be so silent. I was just looking at the pictures,” Omi said flopping the magazine to the floor.

“Oh.”

“Shall I turn the light off now?” Yohji nodded. Omi reached over a bit and clicked the notch on his lamp. In doing so the back of his shirt road up and the older man could see the boy’s back. Omi settled back into bed and the two lay there for a moment. Once their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they could both tell that they were each still awake. “When did you first notice that something was wrong with me. I mean when you found me today.”

“Uhm,” Yohji chose his words carefully. He couldn’t tell Omi how the discovery had really began. “I just kept calling your name but you wouldn’t answer and I tried to shake you a little but never got a response.”

Omi sighed with frustration and embarrassment. “I am so sorry, Yohji.”

“I know, I heard you the first time,” replied the older man angelically. He propped his head up in his hand with his left arm bent. “What’s done is done.” He could tell that something was still bothering Omi. “Hey, c’mon don’t let this bother you too much. But don’t forget it either.” Yohji used his free hand to caress the side of Omi’s face and twirl a lock of his hair.

“You won’t tell my parents about it will you? I know I’ve already got you to turn a blind eye when I skipped school and I even got you to pretend you were my dad with the faculty when I got suspended for fighting. I’m well past my third strike but I think I might need this favor most of all,” the younger boy said quietly. His eyes were mesmerized with Yohji’s.

“I’m good at keeping secrets Omi, you know that.” The older man wondered how the blonde would interpret the message, it implied different things. On the surface it applied to his willingness to keep Omi’s recent follies a secret but, at a second glance it was also in reference to keeping his grandmother in the dark about his own homosexuality; the comment was an invitation. “Do you have anything you need to share? I won’t tell a soul if you don’t want me to.”

Omi averted his eyes from Yohji’s face and looked around the room while biting his bottom lip. He knew what the older boy meant. Awaiting a decision, Yohji ran his entire hand through Omi’s hair gently. Slowly, the heather blue orbs traveled upward to their ivy companions in silent agreement. Omi swallowed. The older boy grazed his fingertips down the length of his friend’s neck then, tickled the collar bone with his thumb. Yohji pushed the boy’s shoulder back so that Omi laid down flat. The older man climbed on top and leant down to brush the tips of their noses together. The younger boy kept his eyes open wide with curiosity and nervousness, he still wasn’t sure if he was making the right decision. On the other hand, Yohji was feeling perfectly comfortable and his eyelids closed with the growing intimacy between them. He licked his lips and slowly pressed them to his friend’s mouth. Omi reciprocated timidly.The older man raised himself up a bit to observe his partner’s face and read the look in his eyes.

“Maybe,” Omi began. “...maybe we should close the door...and lock it.” Yohji smirked vividly. The blonde may have been shy but he was genuinely enjoying himself. The kiss must have made him feel more comfortable. Yohji left the bed and locked the bedroom door. Upon returning, he took off his shirt and dropped his pants. Omi’s eyes widened a little. He knew what this was all leading to but actually seeing Yohji’s erection made everything click. The boy started to lift his own shirt over his head and his partner helped pull it off, the same went for his bottoms. Now naked, Omi felt both liberated but bashful, he couldn’t believe he’d gone this far.

Things had gone pretty slowly until now but suddenly, Yohji swooped Omi up into his arms and kissed the younger man passionately. “Are you warming up to me now?”

Omi nodded, “Hai.” Yohji was kneeling on the bed and the younger man’s legs were wrapped about his waist, consequently making their manhood touch each other. Omi kept looking down at his friend’s penis while the older boy finished kissing his face, neck and shoulders. The boy compared it to the size of his own length and cursed himself internally. [Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I don’t think I’m gonna like this.] Yohji’s penis was average in length maybe slightly above but what worried his younger partner was its girth. The man’s cock was thicker than what Omi expected. [How could any man...or any woman for that matter comfortably take that thing into their body?] It just looked too big.

“Go ahead.”

“Hm?”

“You can look at it. I see you peeking down at it.” The older man guided Omi’s hands between his legs and rubbed them against his erection. The younger boy started to smile. His sheepishness was gradually dissipating. “Hang on a minute.” Yohji lifted Omi from his lap and motioned for him to scoot over. Afterward, Yohji laid down with his head on the pillows, bending his knees and spreading his legs. The blonde proceeded forward and started experimentally touching his partner’s shaft. Curiously, he felt the balls and combed his fingertips through the pubic hair. He watched Yohji’s eyes close and listened to the quickening of his breath. Omi leant forward and kissed the center of the older boy’s chest. He started to suckle the left nipple with tender care and circled his tongue around it. The boy pulled back an inch or two and started to blow cool air where ever his mouth had trailed. Yohji shivered and started to laugh a little bit. Omi had learned this was something that women enjoyed and apparently so did Yohji.

“Can I be honest with you? I like to be dominant. Is that alright?”

“Sure,” the blonde grinned.

“Will you play along?”

“Mhm.” Yohji shot up and pulled Omi down on top of him swiftly. He brought a hand behind the younger boy’s head and pressed their faces together. The kiss was intense. Yohji sucked on Omi’s lips and tongue while slightly raising his pelvis and shoving the boy’s lower body downward with his free hand. The action caused enormous levels of friction and emotional frenzy. Suddenly, Yohji grasped Omi by the hair and pulled his head back. He had bedroom eyes, emerald ones that sent a shock right through his partner. The man brought the boy’s head down for another passionate kiss before rolling the blonde onto his back. Yohji sat up, straddling the younger man’s hips. He rocked back and forth very slowly. Omi squirmed when his nipples were pinched simultaneously. The older man’s hands smoothed down the boy’s abdomen then, Yohji’s fingers curled and he dragged his nails softly down to the pelvis area. He held the base of Omi’s penis with one hand and started to stroke the shaft with his other. “Uh...uhh..” A few drops of pre-cum started to erupt from the head. Yohji rubbed an index finger over the dampened slit and raised it to his mouth. He licked the tip when suddenly, it was dipped all the way into his mouth and he sucked it. Omi watched in slight disbelief but the mood of things somehow made this all okay, especially the way Yohji watched him hungrily.

Yohji shifted back and pushed the hair out of his face. He used the tip of his tongue to tickle Omi’s penis. The younger man’s face was turning red with bashfulness. Yohji smiled greatly and started to chuckle as he lathered the entire shaft with his saliva. “Mmm,” he breathed, licking his lips. Slowly, he took the head into his mouth and began to slide Omi’s cock as far in as it would go. The end of it ticked the back of Yohji’s throat.

Omi exhaled with a slight grin. He’d always liked getting his prick licked but few of his girlfriends in the past enjoyed it, so it wasn’t enjoyable for Omi either. His jade eyed friend however, seemed very content, especially now that his mouth was starting to move faster.

Little gasps came from Omi’s mouth that signaled his enjoyment. “Uh...” The sounds started to become louder as Yohji’s mouth tightened a little. “Ooooh, uh...uhhh.” The older man’s head was bobbing up and down much more rapidly now and he was twisting his mouth around the penis. “Oh, god. Ohh,” he whispered. The boy became alarmed by his own words. Was this really happening? He started to become ashamed somehow and reconsidered the situation. “Let’s...stop,” he said weakly.

“Omi-kun, why?” Yohji asked playfully as he continued to lick up and down.

“Because...because...” The younger boy stammered while thinking of an excuse. “Let’s just stop,” he said flatly.

Yohji sat up and ran both hands through his hair. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” The younger man did not answer. “Omi?”

“This whole thing is stupid. I’m not gay.” The blonde’s voice was so low and it made the older man grow with concern.

“Okay. What’s really bothering you? You were having the time of your life just a minute ago and now you’ve totally reneged. What’s on your mind?”

Omi sighed. “You must think I’m a baby.”

“No. I just think that you’re scared.”

“Im not scared,” Omi snapped defensively.

“Okay, okay. Calm down.”

The younger boy looked around the room for a moment. “Alright let’s keep going.”

“Are you sure?” asked Yohji with a furrowed brow. Omi nodded in agreement. He felt like he needed to prove that he was mature enough for this to happen. Yohji left the bed once more and grabbed his jacket. He searched the pockets.

“What’re you lookin’ for?”

“Condom. I thought I had one in here.”

“Oh yeah,” Omi giggled. I kind of swiped it from you too. It’s in my night stand here.” Omi pulled out the little package and handed it to Yohji who started to open it.

“Since this is your first anal experience we’ll need this. It’ll help my dick slide in a lot smoother. And lucky for you, it’s already lubricated, so we don’t have to go searching for slippery stuff,” Yohji joked as he slid the rubber on.

“Good, now we can get this over with.”

“What did you just say?” Omi stared blankly. Yohji didn’t look happy. “This isn’t something that you should be happy to just get over with.”

“Oh, well sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But that’s sort of how you feel isn’t it? That’s why you hesitated earlier. Your heart isn’t in this. You’re not ready for it.”

“I can handle it!” Omi protested.

“This isn’t a matter of whether you can handle it or not. This is supposed to be fun.”

“And it was!!”

“Was is the key word here. The foreplay was fun for you but, beyond that it just stopped. You’d be pathetic to proceed after that. You were afraid that having sex with me meant you were gay and there was no turning back, that it was some sort of disease. Now, it’s like you’re trying to prove something by going through with it. It’s insulting. So this is my turn to renege.”

“I’m pathetic?” Omi said with a sure face.

“We stopped it before it got that point.”

“No, you stopped it. I wanted to continue. ‘You’d be pathetic to proceed after that.’ That’s what you just said, that means me. And you’re usually right about things, you always have been.”
“Well, I said it wrong. I meant...”

“No, you had it right the first time.” Omi’s face was pale in thought.

Yohji didn’t know what to say. Omi was sensitive and he was afraid of making things worse. “Well, obviously this isn’t gonna happen tonight. Let’s just get some shut eye, okay?” he said sweetly.

Frustrated, Omi kept quiet. He told his friend a soft goodnight then, turned over on his side. Yohji did the same after throwing the used condom into a nearby wastebasket as he thought to himself. He hoped this incident wouldn’t damage he and the kid’s relationship too much, he’d find out in the morning.