Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ The Real Shit ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lord Gackt 
yaoi/sexual content
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.20.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
yaoi/sexual content
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.20.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 344 | Status: Completed
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.
The Real Shit
Dinner at the Tsukiyono home was odd tonight. Omi’s mother couldn’t help but worry about her son although she kept quiet about it. Omi couldn’t help but worry about his mother being worried. He didn’t need her curiosity ruining he and Yohji’s relationship. The dinner table was unusually dull and even the two youngest members of the family grew bored from the lack of conversation and attention they were receiving. “May I be excused?”
“Sure, Omi,” the boy’s father agreed.
Omi’s mind was in another world completely. He was eager to be back in the arms of his lover. But he couldn’t tonight. He’d already promised to meet Ken at his house.
Omi walked slowly to his friend’s home, he wasn’t in any hurry to get there. “Hey, it’s about time you showed up,” Ken yelled from his front porch. He’d seen the blonde coming from out of his window. “Hurry up and get your ass in here.”
Omi was disappointed to see that Saka and some girl had also been invited over. The blonde was pretty much neglected for the duration of the night. Whenever Omi tried to join in their conversation he was interrupted. Bored, and confused about why Ken even invited him over in the first place, Omi decided it was time to leave. “Well, I should be going home now.” He got up and started for the door. “See you guys later.”
“I’ll be back,” Ken alerted his friends. He ran out the door after Omi. “Wait...wait up!” The younger boy stopped and turned around. “Why are you leaving so early?”
“I just don’t fit in here.”
“What do you mean ‘fit in’? We’re just hanging out.”
Omi gave an amused look. “No one talked to me and no one acted the least bit interested in whatever I had to say. They started ignoring me and you followed their lead. I figure if you’re going to act like I’m invisible, I might as well just disappear.”
“Well, sorry. But it’s hard entertaining two different friends at the same time.”
“That’s a really crumby excuse but I’m going to take it anyway, on account of I just want to get home.”
“It’s not an excuse. It’s the truth.”
“No, the truth is that you’d rather just be hanging out with Saka. You have a reputation for choosing to be with him over me lately. The truth is that you felt obligated to invite me over as a half ass attempt to preserve our friendship. Especially, after that party incident. You’re trying to make up for being a jerk but in an cruel way.”
“Omi, we’re best friends,” Ken said quite seriously.
“I know we are. So prove it,” Omi shrugged. Ken watched as good friend walked away. It was up to him to save their friendship now. He could take it or leave it. His younger companion on the other had done all that was necessary and so he didn’t feel guilty about replacing Ken with Yohji. It seemed like a fair trade.
At home, Omi marched straight to his room and took the phone in the closet with him. He sat on the floor and dialed the babysitter’s number. Yohji answered almost immediately. “Did you miss me?”
“Oh, hi honey.”
Omi smiled at the pet name. “I was thinking of you.”
“Oh really? What were you wearing while you were thinking of me?” Yohji teased.
“You perve. So what are you up to?”
“I was just reading. Nothing spectacular going on here. What’s the news on your end.”
“Well, I went to a friend’s house, but then I left once I realized that no one really wanted me there and inviting me over had been part of some accidental yet twisted joke.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Totally,” Omi started to laugh to himself. The whole ordeal was strangely amusing. “So...when can I come see you again?” the blonde asked timidly. He still wasn’t sure if his relationship with the man was serious enough to be more assertive about them spending time together. It felt safer to just ask and keep his fingers crossed, childish as it was.
“Uh, why don’t I pick you up Wednesday night?”
[Whoa,] Omi thought to himself. A real date. Not just hanging out or swinging by spontaneously. A planned real date where Yohji would drive up to escort him to...uh, someplace. The details weren’t as clear yet. “Wednesday night would be perfect.”
“Alright well, I should really get some shut eye.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Good night. See you Wednesday.” Yohji could hear the excitement on Omi’s voice.
“Night, Omi,” the older man said sort of quickly then, hung up.
Yohji laid back in bed. Things seemed to be getting too serious too quickly with the younger boy. Omi didn’t always say what was on his mind but Yohji could feel it. The younger boy usually tried to keep cool and be subtle but the older man knew better. After all, Yohji had been a teenager once himself. He knew the blonde was excited that someone older was interested in him and that sleeping together put ideas in the young boy’s head. Ideas that he and Yohji could become good friends and that sex with one another could be casual with no strings attached...or more. It was the same wrong assumption that Yohji had made with Schuldig. Anyone else might have seen this as an opportunity to use the blonde but Yohji was in no way out to take advantage of his youth and feelings. Lucky kid.
+++
Wednesday night, Yohji pulled up in front of Omi’s house. He’d just gotten his car washed and the street lights made it glimmer. The blonde boy strode up to the car while zipping up his jacket. “Hi.”
“Hey, Omi. You look nice.”
“You look great.” As soon as the car pulled off far enough, Omi leaned over to kiss his the other man. “So, what’ve you got planned for tonight?”
“I figured we’d go to a very private and gay-friendly restaurant down by the pier and make up things as we go along.”
“Cool.”
At dinner Omi was a little confused. Who was gonna pay? Should he take care of his own meal or did Yohji plan on handling the check. He wished he had thought of this before they got out of the car. Now that they were at the dinner table it just didn’t seem like the right time to ask somehow.
Omi did a double take at the menu. He really didn’t understand what a lot of meant being that it was written in Italian and not everything was translated. The translated details for some of the dishes were very vague or none existent. Another thing that suddenly bothered him was the price. Was it okay to just order anything or should his decision be modest? He hadn’t realized that Yohji was keeping an eye on him. The older boy could detect a little of what his blonde friend might be pondering. “There’s a wonderful plate I haven’t had in a long time that I know you’ll like too. Why don’t we both get it?”
“Sure,” Omi agreed. He was glad that Yohji had made the decision for him.
The waiter came by and Yohji pointed to what he wanted on the menu. “And how do you want that prepared, sir?”
“Medium rare...uh, Omi how do you want your steak?”
“Medium rare,” the boy nodded. So they were having steak, huh? The blonde was happy to know that they were ordering something he liked.
After the shrimp cocktail appetizer, the waiter brought by the main course. Omi inhaled the good smell of steak. It came with steamed vegetables and...lobster? Was that lobster? The younger man tried to keep his eyes in his head. He knew Yohji couldn’t have been making such a big deal over just steak. So this was what he’d been describing as so wonderful. Omi ate to his heart’s delight. He didn’t lick his plate or anything but he sure wanted to. The only thing he regretted was being nearly too full for desert. Yohji suggested that they just share a slice of cake.
“Don’t eat anymore if you’re stuffed. It’ll only give you a stomach ache,” Yohji stated. “Just leave the rest.” When he motioned for the check, the waiter swung by with it and a couple of mints.
Omi caught a glimpse of the bill. $253.59...not to mention tip. The little slice of cake alone had been fourteen bucks. What the hell was this place? “Geez...” Omi said under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, you ready to go?” Yohji smiled. His younger partner nodded his head. “Great. Put your coat on, it’s cold outside and I wanna show you somethin’.”
The valet brought the car around and they hopped in. Yohji drove to the street and parked nearby. He popped the trunk and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Omi looked at them curiously and then, back at Yohji’s smiling green eyes. “What are they for?”
“There’s a comet in view tonight. I thought it’d be fun to see it together.” Yohji looked up at the sky and pointed. “You see, over there.” He handed the binoculars to Omi who directed his attention at the burning streak of light. His older friend was surprised to see how long the blonde stared at it. He didn’t realize that Omi would be this interested.
“It’s very fantastic,” the shorter boy said. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he handed the binoculars to Yohji. “Have a look.”
“It’s quite alright,” the older boy said before taking his turn. “This thing won’t be back for another 72 years, ya know. Unless cryogenic freezing actually works, we will never see it again.”
“That is beautifully sad.”
“That, it is,” Yohji nodded. He looked onward at Omi who was still gazing into space adoringly. The older man could tell that his seemingly simple friend actually had depth to him after all. He could tell that the little blonde was really appreciating this tour of the sky. It was something a lot of kids his age saw no importance or romanticism in. Yohji started to laugh to himself. He had underestimated his young partner a little.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” The older boy passed the binoculars over again. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms about Omi’s waist. He somehow felt very close to younger man right now. His current behavior made Yohji begin to consider a more advanced relationship with Omi. It would be premature to cancel the blonde out as a potential boyfriend right now. But, did Yohji even want a boyfriend? He’d sort of been keeping a special spot in his heart for Aya but, after facing romantic rejection from him, all the while getting loads of attention from someone else...it seemed like the decision had already been made for him. “Omi.”
“Hmm?”
“C’mon let’s go.”
“Oh, no, I’m not done yet. I wanna keep looking.”
“We’re going up to Stoney Point. You can see better from up there and there aren’t so many city lights around.”
“Isn’t that place closed off this time of night?”
“No, couples go up there to be alone all the time.”
Omi froze. [Whoa, did he just use the word couple?] The boy tried to stop himself from looking like a dork with the big smile that kept coming to his face but it was nearly impossible. It was official, Yohji was his boyfriend! Right?!
+++
The week was a heavy one and at its end, Aya was not sad to see it go. As promised, he returned to Yohji’s house.
“How you holdin’ up?” The red haired man asked. Yohji just sort of smiled. “Well, you certainly look better.”
“Good, ‘cause I feel better.” The taller boy poured them each a glass of juice to go along with some snacks.
“So, what else is new?”
“Just the usual. You know, work, helping out my grandparents and home.” Yohji noticed that Aya was staring at him blushingly. “What’s up? What’s on your mind?” the older man asked curiously.
“Well...about the last time I visited you.”
Yohji’s heart stopped for a moment. “I am so sorry for my behavior that night. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I was drunk...I mean that’s not a valid excuse but in my right mind I would have never done such a foolish thing. I really do respect the fact that you don’t feel that way about me.”
“Well, what if I feel different now?”
Yohji could hardly believe what they were talking about. “How do you mean?”
“It’s confusing, ya know. I’ve never felt more deeply about anyone else than the way I feel about you. I’ve been dismissing it all this time because...well, because it just didn’t seem real somehow. I’m not attracted to other men, just you and I don’t know what that means.” Yohji sat there wide eyed. “Hello...were you listening?”
“Oh, yes, yes. I was. I’m just in shock. I’m totally shocked,” The green eyed man rambled out. Aya was known for being distant and untrusting with everyone. Yohji couldn’t figure out what it was about himself that made the redhead want to bend the rules. Out of all the people in the world, Aya chose him. “So, what made you start to change your mind?”
“I never thought that I could be with another man just from pure disgust...please dont’ take that offensively.”
“I won’t.”
“But, being so close to you the other night got me thinking. It made me realize that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if...I mean, well, after all, I am in love with you. I’ve admitted that much. So the shape or type of your body should be of little importance to me. It’s your heart I’m after.” Yohji had waited so long to hear those words. Words he never thought would come. “If you still want to give it a try...I’m willing.”
Yohji began to nod without thinking. Then, he paused and thought for a moment. [Omi.] What would he do about Omi? Aya had always been his first choice up until now. What was he to do? Who was he to choose? He couldn’t let Aya just slip away from his grasp after all this time but he couldn’t disappoint Omi either. Think, think, think...“I wanna give it a try.”
Forgive him, he knows not what he does.
+++
Omi’s life was really making a turn for the better. He had a secret someone who loved him and was able to maintain that secret. Not to mention the fact that his parents had just revealed to him that he was getting his own car soon. He wanted to personalize the vehicle so he stopped by the Auto store to purchase an air freshener to hang over the dashboard and some other items to help keep it clean. At the checkout line he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. When he turned around, it was Ken. “Hey.”
“Hi, Ken,” Omi said turning back around to pay for his things.
“Gettin’ some stuff for your Dad’s car?” Ken had noticed it parked out front.
“Nope.”
“Your Mom’s car?”
“Nope.” Omi was being rather cold. He no longer felt the same attachment to Ken that he had once contained.
“Gonna give me a clue?” Ken smiled.
“My car.”
“Oh! Wow! So you’ve finally got one? Good for you. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Omi shrugged his shoulders. The blonde finished paying and headed out the exit. Ken quickly paid for his one item to catch up with his friend. He was right on the younger man’s heels. “Well, look, Omi...” The blonde started to open the door to his father’s car. “Look, I know we have had some rocky times lately and twice I’ve mistreated our friendship.”
“But?”
“But, we can make it better.”
“We? It’s not up to me. I’ve done my part. I’ve reached out to you. I’ve been affectionate, understanding and patient. What’ve you done? If we hadn’t ran into each other just now, I probably would have never heard from you again.”
Ken stood there for a moment. “Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked in frustration.
“I don’t want you to do anything! Just do whatever you want. What do I care? That’s what you always do anyway,” Omi said while settling into the car. “I know our friendship has been tested quite a few times but it wasn’t until I came out that you started forgetting my existence all together. It’s like your punishing me for it because your embarrassed of me.”
“So, what then? Is this what I need to do next?” Ken leaned into the car window and started pressing his mouth to Omi’s. The blonde was in total shock. He couldn’t believe Ken had done that, especially in broad daylight. “Does that prove to you that I genuinely want us to keep being friends? That I don’t care what other people think of you, that I’m willing to humiliate myself in public in order to prove to you that I’m serious?” Omi still looked shocked. “It’s all you seem to understand lately.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Kissing other boys.” Omi glared. “What, did I hit a soft spot? And when I said we can make it better, I meant that. Because I’m not the only one whose been preoccupied with other people...enough to let my other friendships go down the drain.”
“Well, you started it.”
“Baby talk Omi. Only babies say that.” Ken backed away from the car and went on his way. The blonde boy sat there in the parking stall with his hands on the steering wheel. It was true both he and Ken had been ignoring each other lately on account of being more interested in other people or other things. That’s why their relationship went sour not because Omi was gay. But didn’t it matter that Ken had initiated the behavior? Probably not, after all, Ken was the only one making and effort to right the wrong. Omi slumped forward and accidently pressed on the horn. It startled him from his thoughts and he drove home.
+++
Aya had convinced his friend to take him down to the indoor pool. They were greeted by an older couple at its entryway who were just leaving. This meant that the two friends would have the area all to themselves. Yohji preferred to sit and watch while Aya did laps. The redhead was strict about keeping in shape and swimming helped him do just that, not to mention the fact that it was relaxing at times.
Curiously, the older boy came closer to the pool, keeping his eyes on his friend’s body and trying to resist it. The task seemed much easier for the red haired man. Aya had hardly glimpsed at Yohji’s half naked self. This proved that the redhead had been telling the truth, he really wasn’t sexually attracted to men. It felt disappointing. He knew Aya wanted to try and make a romantic relationship work between them anyhow but, Yohji didn’t want his friend forced to have feelings that he just didn’t contain. It was unnatural. Yohji started to doubt himself. Perhaps Aya was only attracted to the feminine things about himself. His slender body, long hair, soft features...that and nothing else.
Suddenly, there was a light splash. Aya had hoisted himself up onto the pool ledge. He wiped the excess water away from his face. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“Uh...”
“C’mon then. The water’s fine,” the younger man smiled. That term seemed so meaningless on account of how popular it was to say.
Yohji sighed and made his way over to the short staircase that led into the cool water. “Little chilly isn’t it?”
“You’ll warm up.” Yohji hugged himself for a moment or two. His skin began to form goose bumps. “You know, there’s a reason why they call this a swimming pool.” The taller man looked at his friend questioningly. “Because you’re supposed to swim in it,” the other boy suggested, referring to the fact that Yohji was just standing there with his arms folded.
With a sigh, the older man sank into the water and began swimming around. And when he came up for air, Aya splashed him. Yohji splashed back, his friend was right, he was beginning to warm up. And he tried to ignore that fact that things were beginning to heat up below his waist. Aya looked really sexy when he was wet and it was impossible not to notice.
Yohji tried to turn away. He didn’t want Aya to get freaked out by the fact that he was physically excited. The bulge wasn’t as big as it could be but it’s owner didn’t want to take any chances for his friend to see it...especially if it did decide to grow more. “Well, I just remembered I have to make a phone call.” He scurried out of the pool and threw a towel around his waist. “I’ll just leave a spare key here, so you can come up to the apartment when you’re ready,” he said quickly.
“But Yohji–”
“Gotta go!”
Aya slapped the water with discontent. He didn’t feel comfortable being down here by himself. He started to take his place back in the water anyhow. He floated around for a moment. He was beginning to get used to his surroundings again until a sound at the pool area door struck his attention. A woman walked in, which wasn’t so bad...but then she was followed by three children. Each one either, filthier, uglier or brattier than the next. Cannon balls were their field of expertise; that and pretending to be sharks by stalking each other under water and then biting whoever they could.
Defeated, the redhead collected his towel and the spare house key. Aya entered the apartment and found Yohji coming in from the small balcony. “D’you make your phone call?”
Yohji paused. He’d forgotten his lie from earlier. “Oh, yeah. Of course,” he replied, suddenly remembering what he’d said to his friend. “It was real quick,” he smiled. “So, why back so soon?”
“Child invasion.”
“Bummer...well, aren’t you cold? You’re still sort of wet. I have some more fresh towels. I’ll get you one.” Yohji came to the linen closet and reached for the folded terry cloth. He spun around to find Aya right behind him.
“Arigatou,” Aya said quietly. He dried the rest of his face and hair in the towel.
“Maybe we should go out for dinner.”
“Sure,” the shorter man responded.
While Aya got dressed, Yohji tried to make reservations at some of the more popular restaurants in town but they were all booked solid. Typical for a Friday night. He didn’t want he and Aya’s first date to be at The Burger House or anyplace like it so Yohji assumed he’d be cooking something up himself again. Unfortunately, he was low on ingredients. “Shit,” he said under his breath.
“What’s the problem?”
“I think I’m gonna have to make a trip to the store. I don’t have anything to cook.”
“Not so,” Aya said, pointing to the TV dinners in the fridge.
Yohji frowned. “Are you sure, I mean...this is kind of like our first date,” he said blushingly. “I wanted us to have something good. Something Italian. Every first date deserves something Italian, it’s classic. Not...teriyaki rice bowls,” said Yohji as he read the labels.
“My favorite, put that in the microwave and since tradition is so important to you, believe it or not the supermarket on your block sells cassata...and no, it doesn’t taste like junk. It’s pretty authentic.”
“Fine, you get that, I’ll fix this.”
Aya left for the store while Yohji stayed behind to prepare their rather mediocre yet filling dinner. When the redhead returned, he set the dessert on the counter top and headed toward the bathroom to washup. He pumped the soap dispenser but it appeared to be nearly empty. After washing up with what little substance was left he threw out the old container and searched for a new one under the sink. Not finding another, he sought one in the medicine cabinet where he’d seen Yohji store it before. As soon as he opened the glass door, a condom packets fell out into the sink. Five of them were linked together in blue wrappers. He made it his business to fold the link back up and stuffed them onto any old shelf. Aya’s hands were already washed, if Yohji wanted soap he could get it himself.
At dinner, the conversation was limited. Each man seemed to be in a whole ‘nother world at the time. Aya seemed to be caught in space. Yohji turned his attention to the younger man and feared that he wasn’t having a very good time. Finally, the redhead spoke. “See, the vegetables are crisp. This is a fine dinner.”
Yohji looked down at his food. Aya was right, the vegetables were crisp. Anytime a TV dinner has that much going for it, it must be good. Yohji pardoned himself for a moment. He closed the bathroom door behind him and started to pee. After flushing, he noticed the soap had run out so he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out another dispenser. But, that was when he also noticed that the condoms he’d recently bought were out of place. They’d been fiddled with. Not knowing that they’d accidentally fallen out and then been replaced, Yohji wondered if Aya had been considering using them. None of them seemed to be missing but perhaps the red haired man had just felt nervous and but them back. Perhaps he wanted their date to finish with a “happy ending.”
Yohji returned to the dinner table. “Oh, there you are,” Aya responded. “I was beginning to think you’d fallen in.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Yohji smiled. He finished what was left in his little plastic tray then, collected it along with his younger friend’s. He took two small dishes out from the cabinet and scooped some dessert onto them each. He wondered if he should request that they eat it over on the bed and then, try to make something sexual out of it by smearing the contents over Aya’s lips and licking it off. Or he should be more subtle by sucking his finger tips while laying back onto the pillows.
No, no, no.
By the time he’d gotten half way through his thoughts, they were both done eating. This time Aya cleared the table and put on some coffee. Yohji had blown it...but then, again, the ideas he’d had were rather messy. “Let’s go sit on the bed and watch television,” the redhead suggested. So, things had eventually led to the bed anyhow. Yohji tried to come up with another idea to get the sexual ball rolling between them...interesting choice of words. Could he be sexy with the coffee? No...he only foresaw burns in their future if he tried that.
Boringly, they sat there watching TV. This wasn’t the time to be ignoring each other. They were alone on a bed after their first date had begun and it wasn’t as if they didn’t know one another, they weren’t strangers. So what was the hold up? Yohji sighed to himself in frustration. Aya noticed his troubled demeanor. “More coffee?”
“No,” he said flatly. He could tell this wasn’t going anywhere. Again, the red haired man cleaned up by taking their mugs back to the kitchen and rinsing them out. He sat back on the bed with Yohji not even realizing how unaffectionate his behavior was. He was sitting nearly two feet away and he kept his hands in his lap. But that was just Aya. The older man tried to reason with himself and not take the redhead’s coldness personally.
Yohji scooted over and started to rub Aya’s back with his left hand. The younger man turned sharply as he felt the invasion of personal space. Yohji nearly jumped when he saw the look in those violet eyes. They didn’t look angry but they didn’t look very pleased either. The tension slowly drifted away from Aya’s back and shoulders. Yohji could feel them relax. Suddenly, the younger boy moved closer and rested against his friend. [Phew,] Yohji thought to himself. He continued the circular motions with his hands.
This was fine and all but, a little more action could do a lot of good. Yohji placed his right hand over the redhead’s abdomen. He stroked that area a few times before gently tugging at the man’s shirt and untucking it. He sent his wandering digits under the material and found Aya’s naval with his index finger. Fondly, the older man kissed his partner’s neck. “You smell so great tonight,” Yohji whispered with his eyes closed. “You’re scent has always been special to me.” When he reopened his eyes, he was surprised to see that Aya was trying to be more responsive. The younger man had turned toward him and was attempting to collide their mouths together.
Finally, the situation had made a change for the better. They were each being selfish and yet generous all at once which, makes for good love making. Yohji pulled Aya down onto the bed with him. He could feel his friend’s heartbeat pick up. He tried to kiss the younger man’s nervousness away tenderly. Yohji wanted to be gentle and caring and sensitive but after waiting for this moment since the day he’d met that boy, that sort of courteousness was hard to keep a handle on. He found himself being aggressive while taking Aya’s clothes off and automatically shoving his face between the man’s legs without considering first what his new lover might want to do. After processing the situation in his head, Yohji wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked into the redhead’s eyes quite shamefully. He’d let his animal instincts control him.
Aya looked up at his apparently flustered partner and just laughed. “Are you really that horny?!” Yohji blushed. The red haired man led his eyes down to Yohji’s penis. It’s appearance answered the question. The shaft had grown long and wide, engorged with blood from the long awaited excitement. So, there was no doubt about it, Yohji really was gay. He hadn’t just been kidding all these years like Aya had once wondered. No straight man could get that big and stiff over looking at another boy’s body. That’s what he assumed at least.
Yohji started stroking himself then, stopped from embarrassment. It was so easy with everyone else. It was never hard to feel sexy or empowered with other people but this occasion really mattered. This was the man of his dreams. Every wish that had never come true.
The older man settled down on top of Aya and started to french kiss him again. The redhead could feel himself become more and more comfortable about making love to another man and his fairly limp penis started to harden. Yohji was really beginning to touch him in all the right places, his thighs were one of the most sensitive areas on his body. He moaned when his nipples were tweaked.
Yohji had to keep himself in check. The sensations he was feeling threatened to send him into premature ejaculation. He masturbated his partner, twisting his fist up the man’s shaft. Aya nearly lifted off the bed as Yohji’s hand wound up to the crown of his penis. The older man’s free index finger found the opening that would devour his member in the very near future. It puckered tightly. Yohji dipped his head further forward to his friend’s ear. “Don’t be nervous,” said a whisper.
“I’m not.”
“I can feel you tense up. Down there,” Yohji nodded to Aya’s bottom.
“It just feels strange,” said the less experienced man. He felt embarrassed. It’d been his idea to finally go ahead with this experience but, he could hardly keep it together. Touching on his chest or his groin area felt very sexual and romantic but the fondling of his rear entrance somehow felt violating. He did his best to reconfigure his thoughts about the caresses. They stopped momentarily when Yohji rocked back onto his heels in a kneeling position and pulled the redhead up by the wrists to meet him. They embraced thoughtfully.
Aya put his mind at ease by stroking Yohji’s soft hair and thinking about how much he cared for the man. He wondered if he was forcing himself to do this. But he loved Yohji, wasn’t that a reason to make love to him? Aya closed his eyes and just concentrated on the unseen passion between them, the kind that can only be felt. He let himself slide down Yohji’s neck with his mouth. He kissed Yohji’s chest and by the time he’d wandered down to paying homage to his partner’s navel orally, he heard gasps coming from above. A hand tightening around his left shoulder told him that he was doing well. He could feel the fingertips slide up his neck and into his hair. This was when he realized that it had been a mistake to trail his mouth southward the way he had done. This action had presented the intention that he would give Yohji a blow job, something he was not prepared to do. The hand gently then, a little more harshly forced Aya’s head further downward when it would not cooperate the first time. The redhead grimaced when the wet tipped cock slid over his lips and prodded forward. Feeling obligated to continue, he unlocked his gate of teeth and allowed the penis to slip in. His hands were on Yohji’s waist and clenched harder as the taste of semen invaded his tongue. That taste coupled with the shallow rocking in and out of his mouth and pubic hair brushing against his face made him gag.
Yohji heard the redhead make an unpleasant sound. Peering downward he could see that Aya didn’t like this, had no desire to continue. The older boy tried to suppress the sigh of disappointment and slowly pulled his manhood out of the red haired man’s mouth. It wasn’t hard to see that Aya was relieved. [So now what?] Yohji thought to himself. Oral was usually the gateway that led to more serious penetration. Contact with the mouth is a very sacred and sensual thing, something that was supposed to bring them closer together. “Do you think you’re ready for me to touch you down there now?”
Aya nodded, still plenty unsure of himself. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Why don’t you turn around and bend over, okay?” The younger man did as he was instructed to. Yohji couldn’t help but stroke himself although he tried not to. “Reach under my pillows. There should be some lube under one. Aya found the small bottle and passed it back. The older boy put his hands to his new lover’s round bottom. He felt the curve of it and the firmness, keeping a concentrated eye on the anal hole that was staring back in his direction as he parted the cheeks. Looking at it made his length tingle with warmth and arousement. Acknowledging that he didn’t have any condoms with him he bit his lower lip. All he had to do was walk a short distance to the bathroom and get one. Easy enough. But, laziness wasn’t what stopped him from getting up. It was the greediness of wanting to stick his hot dick up that redhead’s ass, skin to skin. He didn’t want anything between him. He was tired of not having all of Aya and now was his chance to get everything. Besides, going bareback allowed him to make a sticky mess inside. A way to claim his lover in a primitive way. At the very thought, Yohji started lubing up his dick evenly. With a shaky hand from the excitement, he stated to probe the redhead’s opening again, using his index finger. He could hear Aya whimper a little as he pushed in past the knuckle but by the third finger’s entry, the uncomfortable groaning had stopped.
It was that time. Still reluctant to find a rubber, Yohji grasped his penis and rubbed the head against Aya’s slick opening. The sensations were so much stronger this way. Never mind the fact that he did own at least a couple extra sensitive and orgasm enhancing condoms, he wanted to be selfish. “Oooh,” Yohji purred upon slipping right in. “Oooh, yeah. Oh!”
Aya’s eyes shot wide open. He didn’t know what to make of the intrusion. It felt different and weird. His prostate was hardly being stimulated. Probably because Yohji was trying to take things slow, as not to accidentally come too soon. When the humping did become more rapid, the redhead’s sexual gratification started to strengthen. But just for a short while. He felt the thrusting become deeper along with it’s gain in speed. It sent Jolts all through Aya’s body that sent him rocking back and forward. “Ow,” Aya winced. It was obvious that Yohji was about to come by the sudden aggression. The older boy was breathing very hard and a low whine escaped his throat repeatedly. “Ow, oww.” The redhead tried not to whimper too much and spoil the mood but, he was receiving too much force. Occasionally, it felt like he was literally getting stabbed. But ,Yohji wouldn’t have been able to hear him anyway, the bedpost was hitting the back wall too loudly, coupled with the squeaking springs from the bed. “Ouch, Ouuch! No, stop!”
Lost to his own sexual desires, it was hard stop his body from humping even after realizing that his redheaded friend wasn’t having fun anymore.
“Please, stop!”
Yohji was so close to the edge, he couldn’t just come to a halt now. He ignored the pleading and just started to slow down so that he’d be able to continue their activities.
“Yohji–,”
“C’mo n. I won’t do it so hard anymore.”
“No.”
Yohji came to a complete stop but kept his erection inside. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to,” Aya said with minimal annoyance.
“You said that you did,” Yohji agitatedly replied.
“That was before I realized that I wasn’t going to like it.”
Yohji looked stunned by the words. Tonight had been a disaster. Was this an ill omen?
Yohji removed himself from Aya’s body. The both went silent. Yohji rested back onto the bed and his partner copied. He wasn’t mad at the older boy just frustrated. He wanted to show that. Yohji turned to face him. “Was it really that bad?”
“It doesn’t matter. But, next time I’m gonna be on top. Got it?”
“Come here!” Yohji pulled the redhead into his arms.
The Real Shit
Dinner at the Tsukiyono home was odd tonight. Omi’s mother couldn’t help but worry about her son although she kept quiet about it. Omi couldn’t help but worry about his mother being worried. He didn’t need her curiosity ruining he and Yohji’s relationship. The dinner table was unusually dull and even the two youngest members of the family grew bored from the lack of conversation and attention they were receiving. “May I be excused?”
“Sure, Omi,” the boy’s father agreed.
Omi’s mind was in another world completely. He was eager to be back in the arms of his lover. But he couldn’t tonight. He’d already promised to meet Ken at his house.
Omi walked slowly to his friend’s home, he wasn’t in any hurry to get there. “Hey, it’s about time you showed up,” Ken yelled from his front porch. He’d seen the blonde coming from out of his window. “Hurry up and get your ass in here.”
Omi was disappointed to see that Saka and some girl had also been invited over. The blonde was pretty much neglected for the duration of the night. Whenever Omi tried to join in their conversation he was interrupted. Bored, and confused about why Ken even invited him over in the first place, Omi decided it was time to leave. “Well, I should be going home now.” He got up and started for the door. “See you guys later.”
“I’ll be back,” Ken alerted his friends. He ran out the door after Omi. “Wait...wait up!” The younger boy stopped and turned around. “Why are you leaving so early?”
“I just don’t fit in here.”
“What do you mean ‘fit in’? We’re just hanging out.”
Omi gave an amused look. “No one talked to me and no one acted the least bit interested in whatever I had to say. They started ignoring me and you followed their lead. I figure if you’re going to act like I’m invisible, I might as well just disappear.”
“Well, sorry. But it’s hard entertaining two different friends at the same time.”
“That’s a really crumby excuse but I’m going to take it anyway, on account of I just want to get home.”
“It’s not an excuse. It’s the truth.”
“No, the truth is that you’d rather just be hanging out with Saka. You have a reputation for choosing to be with him over me lately. The truth is that you felt obligated to invite me over as a half ass attempt to preserve our friendship. Especially, after that party incident. You’re trying to make up for being a jerk but in an cruel way.”
“Omi, we’re best friends,” Ken said quite seriously.
“I know we are. So prove it,” Omi shrugged. Ken watched as good friend walked away. It was up to him to save their friendship now. He could take it or leave it. His younger companion on the other had done all that was necessary and so he didn’t feel guilty about replacing Ken with Yohji. It seemed like a fair trade.
At home, Omi marched straight to his room and took the phone in the closet with him. He sat on the floor and dialed the babysitter’s number. Yohji answered almost immediately. “Did you miss me?”
“Oh, hi honey.”
Omi smiled at the pet name. “I was thinking of you.”
“Oh really? What were you wearing while you were thinking of me?” Yohji teased.
“You perve. So what are you up to?”
“I was just reading. Nothing spectacular going on here. What’s the news on your end.”
“Well, I went to a friend’s house, but then I left once I realized that no one really wanted me there and inviting me over had been part of some accidental yet twisted joke.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Totally,” Omi started to laugh to himself. The whole ordeal was strangely amusing. “So...when can I come see you again?” the blonde asked timidly. He still wasn’t sure if his relationship with the man was serious enough to be more assertive about them spending time together. It felt safer to just ask and keep his fingers crossed, childish as it was.
“Uh, why don’t I pick you up Wednesday night?”
[Whoa,] Omi thought to himself. A real date. Not just hanging out or swinging by spontaneously. A planned real date where Yohji would drive up to escort him to...uh, someplace. The details weren’t as clear yet. “Wednesday night would be perfect.”
“Alright well, I should really get some shut eye.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Good night. See you Wednesday.” Yohji could hear the excitement on Omi’s voice.
“Night, Omi,” the older man said sort of quickly then, hung up.
Yohji laid back in bed. Things seemed to be getting too serious too quickly with the younger boy. Omi didn’t always say what was on his mind but Yohji could feel it. The younger boy usually tried to keep cool and be subtle but the older man knew better. After all, Yohji had been a teenager once himself. He knew the blonde was excited that someone older was interested in him and that sleeping together put ideas in the young boy’s head. Ideas that he and Yohji could become good friends and that sex with one another could be casual with no strings attached...or more. It was the same wrong assumption that Yohji had made with Schuldig. Anyone else might have seen this as an opportunity to use the blonde but Yohji was in no way out to take advantage of his youth and feelings. Lucky kid.
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Wednesday night, Yohji pulled up in front of Omi’s house. He’d just gotten his car washed and the street lights made it glimmer. The blonde boy strode up to the car while zipping up his jacket. “Hi.”
“Hey, Omi. You look nice.”
“You look great.” As soon as the car pulled off far enough, Omi leaned over to kiss his the other man. “So, what’ve you got planned for tonight?”
“I figured we’d go to a very private and gay-friendly restaurant down by the pier and make up things as we go along.”
“Cool.”
At dinner Omi was a little confused. Who was gonna pay? Should he take care of his own meal or did Yohji plan on handling the check. He wished he had thought of this before they got out of the car. Now that they were at the dinner table it just didn’t seem like the right time to ask somehow.
Omi did a double take at the menu. He really didn’t understand what a lot of meant being that it was written in Italian and not everything was translated. The translated details for some of the dishes were very vague or none existent. Another thing that suddenly bothered him was the price. Was it okay to just order anything or should his decision be modest? He hadn’t realized that Yohji was keeping an eye on him. The older boy could detect a little of what his blonde friend might be pondering. “There’s a wonderful plate I haven’t had in a long time that I know you’ll like too. Why don’t we both get it?”
“Sure,” Omi agreed. He was glad that Yohji had made the decision for him.
The waiter came by and Yohji pointed to what he wanted on the menu. “And how do you want that prepared, sir?”
“Medium rare...uh, Omi how do you want your steak?”
“Medium rare,” the boy nodded. So they were having steak, huh? The blonde was happy to know that they were ordering something he liked.
After the shrimp cocktail appetizer, the waiter brought by the main course. Omi inhaled the good smell of steak. It came with steamed vegetables and...lobster? Was that lobster? The younger man tried to keep his eyes in his head. He knew Yohji couldn’t have been making such a big deal over just steak. So this was what he’d been describing as so wonderful. Omi ate to his heart’s delight. He didn’t lick his plate or anything but he sure wanted to. The only thing he regretted was being nearly too full for desert. Yohji suggested that they just share a slice of cake.
“Don’t eat anymore if you’re stuffed. It’ll only give you a stomach ache,” Yohji stated. “Just leave the rest.” When he motioned for the check, the waiter swung by with it and a couple of mints.
Omi caught a glimpse of the bill. $253.59...not to mention tip. The little slice of cake alone had been fourteen bucks. What the hell was this place? “Geez...” Omi said under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, you ready to go?” Yohji smiled. His younger partner nodded his head. “Great. Put your coat on, it’s cold outside and I wanna show you somethin’.”
The valet brought the car around and they hopped in. Yohji drove to the street and parked nearby. He popped the trunk and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Omi looked at them curiously and then, back at Yohji’s smiling green eyes. “What are they for?”
“There’s a comet in view tonight. I thought it’d be fun to see it together.” Yohji looked up at the sky and pointed. “You see, over there.” He handed the binoculars to Omi who directed his attention at the burning streak of light. His older friend was surprised to see how long the blonde stared at it. He didn’t realize that Omi would be this interested.
“It’s very fantastic,” the shorter boy said. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he handed the binoculars to Yohji. “Have a look.”
“It’s quite alright,” the older boy said before taking his turn. “This thing won’t be back for another 72 years, ya know. Unless cryogenic freezing actually works, we will never see it again.”
“That is beautifully sad.”
“That, it is,” Yohji nodded. He looked onward at Omi who was still gazing into space adoringly. The older man could tell that his seemingly simple friend actually had depth to him after all. He could tell that the little blonde was really appreciating this tour of the sky. It was something a lot of kids his age saw no importance or romanticism in. Yohji started to laugh to himself. He had underestimated his young partner a little.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” The older boy passed the binoculars over again. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms about Omi’s waist. He somehow felt very close to younger man right now. His current behavior made Yohji begin to consider a more advanced relationship with Omi. It would be premature to cancel the blonde out as a potential boyfriend right now. But, did Yohji even want a boyfriend? He’d sort of been keeping a special spot in his heart for Aya but, after facing romantic rejection from him, all the while getting loads of attention from someone else...it seemed like the decision had already been made for him. “Omi.”
“Hmm?”
“C’mon let’s go.”
“Oh, no, I’m not done yet. I wanna keep looking.”
“We’re going up to Stoney Point. You can see better from up there and there aren’t so many city lights around.”
“Isn’t that place closed off this time of night?”
“No, couples go up there to be alone all the time.”
Omi froze. [Whoa, did he just use the word couple?] The boy tried to stop himself from looking like a dork with the big smile that kept coming to his face but it was nearly impossible. It was official, Yohji was his boyfriend! Right?!
+++
The week was a heavy one and at its end, Aya was not sad to see it go. As promised, he returned to Yohji’s house.
“How you holdin’ up?” The red haired man asked. Yohji just sort of smiled. “Well, you certainly look better.”
“Good, ‘cause I feel better.” The taller boy poured them each a glass of juice to go along with some snacks.
“So, what else is new?”
“Just the usual. You know, work, helping out my grandparents and home.” Yohji noticed that Aya was staring at him blushingly. “What’s up? What’s on your mind?” the older man asked curiously.
“Well...about the last time I visited you.”
Yohji’s heart stopped for a moment. “I am so sorry for my behavior that night. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I was drunk...I mean that’s not a valid excuse but in my right mind I would have never done such a foolish thing. I really do respect the fact that you don’t feel that way about me.”
“Well, what if I feel different now?”
Yohji could hardly believe what they were talking about. “How do you mean?”
“It’s confusing, ya know. I’ve never felt more deeply about anyone else than the way I feel about you. I’ve been dismissing it all this time because...well, because it just didn’t seem real somehow. I’m not attracted to other men, just you and I don’t know what that means.” Yohji sat there wide eyed. “Hello...were you listening?”
“Oh, yes, yes. I was. I’m just in shock. I’m totally shocked,” The green eyed man rambled out. Aya was known for being distant and untrusting with everyone. Yohji couldn’t figure out what it was about himself that made the redhead want to bend the rules. Out of all the people in the world, Aya chose him. “So, what made you start to change your mind?”
“I never thought that I could be with another man just from pure disgust...please dont’ take that offensively.”
“I won’t.”
“But, being so close to you the other night got me thinking. It made me realize that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if...I mean, well, after all, I am in love with you. I’ve admitted that much. So the shape or type of your body should be of little importance to me. It’s your heart I’m after.” Yohji had waited so long to hear those words. Words he never thought would come. “If you still want to give it a try...I’m willing.”
Yohji began to nod without thinking. Then, he paused and thought for a moment. [Omi.] What would he do about Omi? Aya had always been his first choice up until now. What was he to do? Who was he to choose? He couldn’t let Aya just slip away from his grasp after all this time but he couldn’t disappoint Omi either. Think, think, think...“I wanna give it a try.”
Forgive him, he knows not what he does.
+++
Omi’s life was really making a turn for the better. He had a secret someone who loved him and was able to maintain that secret. Not to mention the fact that his parents had just revealed to him that he was getting his own car soon. He wanted to personalize the vehicle so he stopped by the Auto store to purchase an air freshener to hang over the dashboard and some other items to help keep it clean. At the checkout line he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. When he turned around, it was Ken. “Hey.”
“Hi, Ken,” Omi said turning back around to pay for his things.
“Gettin’ some stuff for your Dad’s car?” Ken had noticed it parked out front.
“Nope.”
“Your Mom’s car?”
“Nope.” Omi was being rather cold. He no longer felt the same attachment to Ken that he had once contained.
“Gonna give me a clue?” Ken smiled.
“My car.”
“Oh! Wow! So you’ve finally got one? Good for you. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Omi shrugged his shoulders. The blonde finished paying and headed out the exit. Ken quickly paid for his one item to catch up with his friend. He was right on the younger man’s heels. “Well, look, Omi...” The blonde started to open the door to his father’s car. “Look, I know we have had some rocky times lately and twice I’ve mistreated our friendship.”
“But?”
“But, we can make it better.”
“We? It’s not up to me. I’ve done my part. I’ve reached out to you. I’ve been affectionate, understanding and patient. What’ve you done? If we hadn’t ran into each other just now, I probably would have never heard from you again.”
Ken stood there for a moment. “Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked in frustration.
“I don’t want you to do anything! Just do whatever you want. What do I care? That’s what you always do anyway,” Omi said while settling into the car. “I know our friendship has been tested quite a few times but it wasn’t until I came out that you started forgetting my existence all together. It’s like your punishing me for it because your embarrassed of me.”
“So, what then? Is this what I need to do next?” Ken leaned into the car window and started pressing his mouth to Omi’s. The blonde was in total shock. He couldn’t believe Ken had done that, especially in broad daylight. “Does that prove to you that I genuinely want us to keep being friends? That I don’t care what other people think of you, that I’m willing to humiliate myself in public in order to prove to you that I’m serious?” Omi still looked shocked. “It’s all you seem to understand lately.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Kissing other boys.” Omi glared. “What, did I hit a soft spot? And when I said we can make it better, I meant that. Because I’m not the only one whose been preoccupied with other people...enough to let my other friendships go down the drain.”
“Well, you started it.”
“Baby talk Omi. Only babies say that.” Ken backed away from the car and went on his way. The blonde boy sat there in the parking stall with his hands on the steering wheel. It was true both he and Ken had been ignoring each other lately on account of being more interested in other people or other things. That’s why their relationship went sour not because Omi was gay. But didn’t it matter that Ken had initiated the behavior? Probably not, after all, Ken was the only one making and effort to right the wrong. Omi slumped forward and accidently pressed on the horn. It startled him from his thoughts and he drove home.
+++
Aya had convinced his friend to take him down to the indoor pool. They were greeted by an older couple at its entryway who were just leaving. This meant that the two friends would have the area all to themselves. Yohji preferred to sit and watch while Aya did laps. The redhead was strict about keeping in shape and swimming helped him do just that, not to mention the fact that it was relaxing at times.
Curiously, the older boy came closer to the pool, keeping his eyes on his friend’s body and trying to resist it. The task seemed much easier for the red haired man. Aya had hardly glimpsed at Yohji’s half naked self. This proved that the redhead had been telling the truth, he really wasn’t sexually attracted to men. It felt disappointing. He knew Aya wanted to try and make a romantic relationship work between them anyhow but, Yohji didn’t want his friend forced to have feelings that he just didn’t contain. It was unnatural. Yohji started to doubt himself. Perhaps Aya was only attracted to the feminine things about himself. His slender body, long hair, soft features...that and nothing else.
Suddenly, there was a light splash. Aya had hoisted himself up onto the pool ledge. He wiped the excess water away from his face. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“Uh...”
“C’mon then. The water’s fine,” the younger man smiled. That term seemed so meaningless on account of how popular it was to say.
Yohji sighed and made his way over to the short staircase that led into the cool water. “Little chilly isn’t it?”
“You’ll warm up.” Yohji hugged himself for a moment or two. His skin began to form goose bumps. “You know, there’s a reason why they call this a swimming pool.” The taller man looked at his friend questioningly. “Because you’re supposed to swim in it,” the other boy suggested, referring to the fact that Yohji was just standing there with his arms folded.
With a sigh, the older man sank into the water and began swimming around. And when he came up for air, Aya splashed him. Yohji splashed back, his friend was right, he was beginning to warm up. And he tried to ignore that fact that things were beginning to heat up below his waist. Aya looked really sexy when he was wet and it was impossible not to notice.
Yohji tried to turn away. He didn’t want Aya to get freaked out by the fact that he was physically excited. The bulge wasn’t as big as it could be but it’s owner didn’t want to take any chances for his friend to see it...especially if it did decide to grow more. “Well, I just remembered I have to make a phone call.” He scurried out of the pool and threw a towel around his waist. “I’ll just leave a spare key here, so you can come up to the apartment when you’re ready,” he said quickly.
“But Yohji–”
“Gotta go!”
Aya slapped the water with discontent. He didn’t feel comfortable being down here by himself. He started to take his place back in the water anyhow. He floated around for a moment. He was beginning to get used to his surroundings again until a sound at the pool area door struck his attention. A woman walked in, which wasn’t so bad...but then she was followed by three children. Each one either, filthier, uglier or brattier than the next. Cannon balls were their field of expertise; that and pretending to be sharks by stalking each other under water and then biting whoever they could.
Defeated, the redhead collected his towel and the spare house key. Aya entered the apartment and found Yohji coming in from the small balcony. “D’you make your phone call?”
Yohji paused. He’d forgotten his lie from earlier. “Oh, yeah. Of course,” he replied, suddenly remembering what he’d said to his friend. “It was real quick,” he smiled. “So, why back so soon?”
“Child invasion.”
“Bummer...well, aren’t you cold? You’re still sort of wet. I have some more fresh towels. I’ll get you one.” Yohji came to the linen closet and reached for the folded terry cloth. He spun around to find Aya right behind him.
“Arigatou,” Aya said quietly. He dried the rest of his face and hair in the towel.
“Maybe we should go out for dinner.”
“Sure,” the shorter man responded.
While Aya got dressed, Yohji tried to make reservations at some of the more popular restaurants in town but they were all booked solid. Typical for a Friday night. He didn’t want he and Aya’s first date to be at The Burger House or anyplace like it so Yohji assumed he’d be cooking something up himself again. Unfortunately, he was low on ingredients. “Shit,” he said under his breath.
“What’s the problem?”
“I think I’m gonna have to make a trip to the store. I don’t have anything to cook.”
“Not so,” Aya said, pointing to the TV dinners in the fridge.
Yohji frowned. “Are you sure, I mean...this is kind of like our first date,” he said blushingly. “I wanted us to have something good. Something Italian. Every first date deserves something Italian, it’s classic. Not...teriyaki rice bowls,” said Yohji as he read the labels.
“My favorite, put that in the microwave and since tradition is so important to you, believe it or not the supermarket on your block sells cassata...and no, it doesn’t taste like junk. It’s pretty authentic.”
“Fine, you get that, I’ll fix this.”
Aya left for the store while Yohji stayed behind to prepare their rather mediocre yet filling dinner. When the redhead returned, he set the dessert on the counter top and headed toward the bathroom to washup. He pumped the soap dispenser but it appeared to be nearly empty. After washing up with what little substance was left he threw out the old container and searched for a new one under the sink. Not finding another, he sought one in the medicine cabinet where he’d seen Yohji store it before. As soon as he opened the glass door, a condom packets fell out into the sink. Five of them were linked together in blue wrappers. He made it his business to fold the link back up and stuffed them onto any old shelf. Aya’s hands were already washed, if Yohji wanted soap he could get it himself.
At dinner, the conversation was limited. Each man seemed to be in a whole ‘nother world at the time. Aya seemed to be caught in space. Yohji turned his attention to the younger man and feared that he wasn’t having a very good time. Finally, the redhead spoke. “See, the vegetables are crisp. This is a fine dinner.”
Yohji looked down at his food. Aya was right, the vegetables were crisp. Anytime a TV dinner has that much going for it, it must be good. Yohji pardoned himself for a moment. He closed the bathroom door behind him and started to pee. After flushing, he noticed the soap had run out so he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out another dispenser. But, that was when he also noticed that the condoms he’d recently bought were out of place. They’d been fiddled with. Not knowing that they’d accidentally fallen out and then been replaced, Yohji wondered if Aya had been considering using them. None of them seemed to be missing but perhaps the red haired man had just felt nervous and but them back. Perhaps he wanted their date to finish with a “happy ending.”
Yohji returned to the dinner table. “Oh, there you are,” Aya responded. “I was beginning to think you’d fallen in.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Yohji smiled. He finished what was left in his little plastic tray then, collected it along with his younger friend’s. He took two small dishes out from the cabinet and scooped some dessert onto them each. He wondered if he should request that they eat it over on the bed and then, try to make something sexual out of it by smearing the contents over Aya’s lips and licking it off. Or he should be more subtle by sucking his finger tips while laying back onto the pillows.
No, no, no.
By the time he’d gotten half way through his thoughts, they were both done eating. This time Aya cleared the table and put on some coffee. Yohji had blown it...but then, again, the ideas he’d had were rather messy. “Let’s go sit on the bed and watch television,” the redhead suggested. So, things had eventually led to the bed anyhow. Yohji tried to come up with another idea to get the sexual ball rolling between them...interesting choice of words. Could he be sexy with the coffee? No...he only foresaw burns in their future if he tried that.
Boringly, they sat there watching TV. This wasn’t the time to be ignoring each other. They were alone on a bed after their first date had begun and it wasn’t as if they didn’t know one another, they weren’t strangers. So what was the hold up? Yohji sighed to himself in frustration. Aya noticed his troubled demeanor. “More coffee?”
“No,” he said flatly. He could tell this wasn’t going anywhere. Again, the red haired man cleaned up by taking their mugs back to the kitchen and rinsing them out. He sat back on the bed with Yohji not even realizing how unaffectionate his behavior was. He was sitting nearly two feet away and he kept his hands in his lap. But that was just Aya. The older man tried to reason with himself and not take the redhead’s coldness personally.
Yohji scooted over and started to rub Aya’s back with his left hand. The younger man turned sharply as he felt the invasion of personal space. Yohji nearly jumped when he saw the look in those violet eyes. They didn’t look angry but they didn’t look very pleased either. The tension slowly drifted away from Aya’s back and shoulders. Yohji could feel them relax. Suddenly, the younger boy moved closer and rested against his friend. [Phew,] Yohji thought to himself. He continued the circular motions with his hands.
This was fine and all but, a little more action could do a lot of good. Yohji placed his right hand over the redhead’s abdomen. He stroked that area a few times before gently tugging at the man’s shirt and untucking it. He sent his wandering digits under the material and found Aya’s naval with his index finger. Fondly, the older man kissed his partner’s neck. “You smell so great tonight,” Yohji whispered with his eyes closed. “You’re scent has always been special to me.” When he reopened his eyes, he was surprised to see that Aya was trying to be more responsive. The younger man had turned toward him and was attempting to collide their mouths together.
Finally, the situation had made a change for the better. They were each being selfish and yet generous all at once which, makes for good love making. Yohji pulled Aya down onto the bed with him. He could feel his friend’s heartbeat pick up. He tried to kiss the younger man’s nervousness away tenderly. Yohji wanted to be gentle and caring and sensitive but after waiting for this moment since the day he’d met that boy, that sort of courteousness was hard to keep a handle on. He found himself being aggressive while taking Aya’s clothes off and automatically shoving his face between the man’s legs without considering first what his new lover might want to do. After processing the situation in his head, Yohji wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked into the redhead’s eyes quite shamefully. He’d let his animal instincts control him.
Aya looked up at his apparently flustered partner and just laughed. “Are you really that horny?!” Yohji blushed. The red haired man led his eyes down to Yohji’s penis. It’s appearance answered the question. The shaft had grown long and wide, engorged with blood from the long awaited excitement. So, there was no doubt about it, Yohji really was gay. He hadn’t just been kidding all these years like Aya had once wondered. No straight man could get that big and stiff over looking at another boy’s body. That’s what he assumed at least.
Yohji started stroking himself then, stopped from embarrassment. It was so easy with everyone else. It was never hard to feel sexy or empowered with other people but this occasion really mattered. This was the man of his dreams. Every wish that had never come true.
The older man settled down on top of Aya and started to french kiss him again. The redhead could feel himself become more and more comfortable about making love to another man and his fairly limp penis started to harden. Yohji was really beginning to touch him in all the right places, his thighs were one of the most sensitive areas on his body. He moaned when his nipples were tweaked.
Yohji had to keep himself in check. The sensations he was feeling threatened to send him into premature ejaculation. He masturbated his partner, twisting his fist up the man’s shaft. Aya nearly lifted off the bed as Yohji’s hand wound up to the crown of his penis. The older man’s free index finger found the opening that would devour his member in the very near future. It puckered tightly. Yohji dipped his head further forward to his friend’s ear. “Don’t be nervous,” said a whisper.
“I’m not.”
“I can feel you tense up. Down there,” Yohji nodded to Aya’s bottom.
“It just feels strange,” said the less experienced man. He felt embarrassed. It’d been his idea to finally go ahead with this experience but, he could hardly keep it together. Touching on his chest or his groin area felt very sexual and romantic but the fondling of his rear entrance somehow felt violating. He did his best to reconfigure his thoughts about the caresses. They stopped momentarily when Yohji rocked back onto his heels in a kneeling position and pulled the redhead up by the wrists to meet him. They embraced thoughtfully.
Aya put his mind at ease by stroking Yohji’s soft hair and thinking about how much he cared for the man. He wondered if he was forcing himself to do this. But he loved Yohji, wasn’t that a reason to make love to him? Aya closed his eyes and just concentrated on the unseen passion between them, the kind that can only be felt. He let himself slide down Yohji’s neck with his mouth. He kissed Yohji’s chest and by the time he’d wandered down to paying homage to his partner’s navel orally, he heard gasps coming from above. A hand tightening around his left shoulder told him that he was doing well. He could feel the fingertips slide up his neck and into his hair. This was when he realized that it had been a mistake to trail his mouth southward the way he had done. This action had presented the intention that he would give Yohji a blow job, something he was not prepared to do. The hand gently then, a little more harshly forced Aya’s head further downward when it would not cooperate the first time. The redhead grimaced when the wet tipped cock slid over his lips and prodded forward. Feeling obligated to continue, he unlocked his gate of teeth and allowed the penis to slip in. His hands were on Yohji’s waist and clenched harder as the taste of semen invaded his tongue. That taste coupled with the shallow rocking in and out of his mouth and pubic hair brushing against his face made him gag.
Yohji heard the redhead make an unpleasant sound. Peering downward he could see that Aya didn’t like this, had no desire to continue. The older boy tried to suppress the sigh of disappointment and slowly pulled his manhood out of the red haired man’s mouth. It wasn’t hard to see that Aya was relieved. [So now what?] Yohji thought to himself. Oral was usually the gateway that led to more serious penetration. Contact with the mouth is a very sacred and sensual thing, something that was supposed to bring them closer together. “Do you think you’re ready for me to touch you down there now?”
Aya nodded, still plenty unsure of himself. “Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Why don’t you turn around and bend over, okay?” The younger man did as he was instructed to. Yohji couldn’t help but stroke himself although he tried not to. “Reach under my pillows. There should be some lube under one. Aya found the small bottle and passed it back. The older boy put his hands to his new lover’s round bottom. He felt the curve of it and the firmness, keeping a concentrated eye on the anal hole that was staring back in his direction as he parted the cheeks. Looking at it made his length tingle with warmth and arousement. Acknowledging that he didn’t have any condoms with him he bit his lower lip. All he had to do was walk a short distance to the bathroom and get one. Easy enough. But, laziness wasn’t what stopped him from getting up. It was the greediness of wanting to stick his hot dick up that redhead’s ass, skin to skin. He didn’t want anything between him. He was tired of not having all of Aya and now was his chance to get everything. Besides, going bareback allowed him to make a sticky mess inside. A way to claim his lover in a primitive way. At the very thought, Yohji started lubing up his dick evenly. With a shaky hand from the excitement, he stated to probe the redhead’s opening again, using his index finger. He could hear Aya whimper a little as he pushed in past the knuckle but by the third finger’s entry, the uncomfortable groaning had stopped.
It was that time. Still reluctant to find a rubber, Yohji grasped his penis and rubbed the head against Aya’s slick opening. The sensations were so much stronger this way. Never mind the fact that he did own at least a couple extra sensitive and orgasm enhancing condoms, he wanted to be selfish. “Oooh,” Yohji purred upon slipping right in. “Oooh, yeah. Oh!”
Aya’s eyes shot wide open. He didn’t know what to make of the intrusion. It felt different and weird. His prostate was hardly being stimulated. Probably because Yohji was trying to take things slow, as not to accidentally come too soon. When the humping did become more rapid, the redhead’s sexual gratification started to strengthen. But just for a short while. He felt the thrusting become deeper along with it’s gain in speed. It sent Jolts all through Aya’s body that sent him rocking back and forward. “Ow,” Aya winced. It was obvious that Yohji was about to come by the sudden aggression. The older boy was breathing very hard and a low whine escaped his throat repeatedly. “Ow, oww.” The redhead tried not to whimper too much and spoil the mood but, he was receiving too much force. Occasionally, it felt like he was literally getting stabbed. But ,Yohji wouldn’t have been able to hear him anyway, the bedpost was hitting the back wall too loudly, coupled with the squeaking springs from the bed. “Ouch, Ouuch! No, stop!”
Lost to his own sexual desires, it was hard stop his body from humping even after realizing that his redheaded friend wasn’t having fun anymore.
“Please, stop!”
Yohji was so close to the edge, he couldn’t just come to a halt now. He ignored the pleading and just started to slow down so that he’d be able to continue their activities.
“Yohji–,”
“C’mo n. I won’t do it so hard anymore.”
“No.”
Yohji came to a complete stop but kept his erection inside. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to,” Aya said with minimal annoyance.
“You said that you did,” Yohji agitatedly replied.
“That was before I realized that I wasn’t going to like it.”
Yohji looked stunned by the words. Tonight had been a disaster. Was this an ill omen?
Yohji removed himself from Aya’s body. The both went silent. Yohji rested back onto the bed and his partner copied. He wasn’t mad at the older boy just frustrated. He wanted to show that. Yohji turned to face him. “Was it really that bad?”
“It doesn’t matter. But, next time I’m gonna be on top. Got it?”
“Come here!” Yohji pulled the redhead into his arms.