Schoolboy Crush

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone much less Aya, Omi, Yohji or Ken.


School Boy Crush: Chapter 12


Aya was in the kitchen finishing up the elaborate evening meal he had promised to prepare for his roommates. It was odd to think of them as roommates since the events of the last few months but what else could he call them? Omi, was definitely his boyfriend but Ken and Yohji? Spunk-mates was Yohji’s rather crass suggestion. Roommates would be good enough. The pone rang as Yohji came in dressed in only his jeans. “Very sexy but you are not wearing that for dinner. Hello?”

“So we’re dining naked?”

Aya flipped Yohji off as he listened to the phone. “You’re where? That’s over an hour away. Unhuh…unh, No. Hmm. Kay all right. Later love.” Aya hung up the phone. “Here.” Aya ed Yed Yohji a large bowl and started piling food into it.

“What’s up? Aren’t we underdressed and too Omi and Ken-less to be eating?”

“Omi and Ken took a last minute order way the hell out in the country and the truck broke down on the way back. The tow truck just now duped them at the garage out there. The mechanic said he could fix it tonight if they wanted to wait.”

“Ah so much for your fancy dinner.”

“If you don’t like my cooking you don’t have to eat it.” Aya filled his own bowl and headed to the TV.

Yohji went to the fridge and removed a couple of bottles before following Aya. “Since we’re Omi-less how about a beer?” he offered as he sat next to Aya.

Aya took the bottle with a grunt as he continued to stare at the news. He didn’t know why he was so disappointed. It was just one dinner and Omi was safe with Ken so what did he have to brood about? He twisted off the beer cap and took a swallow. The burn down his throat took its soothing effect.

“It’s been a while since you and I went out for a drink.” Yohji noted. He missed the times Aya had gone out with him, even if it had been just so the red bombshell could drown out his deviant desires for a certain 15 year old. Guess since that’s no longer true he’s got no reason to go out and get pissed with me.

Aya took another swallow. He was feeling a little warm. He ate his food not enjoying it much cause Omi was somewhere else. He felt the dark mood descending. Quietness filled his senses when Omi wasn’t around. He’d gotten used to the constant happy jabbering of his boyfriend. It kept other things away. “Omi doesn’t like it.” Aya responded.

“Doesn’t like you drinking or doesn’t like you going out with a drop dead gorgeous guy, like me?” Yohji teased. Teasing Aya was dangerous but as he knew from experience once you got Aya drinking his guard would come down, Mr. Hard Ass would disappear and low and behold a real person would emerge; one with fears and insecurities. A person who could actually smile and laugh at a joke.

“Shut up.”

“As I recall you used to like it when we’d go out.” Yohji pressed on.

“Having a major hard on for a 15 year old boy causes a bit of stress.” Aya threw his head back and finished off his beer.

Yohji moaned inwardly at the little action. He used to get so hot watching Aya toss back a drink. He’d buy round after round just to watch that red hair flip back and the fine line of the exposed neck as Aya sucked down the liquid. He took his own slow sip of beer. You’d think getting fucked on a regular basis would make Aya loosen up. The only time Yohji ever knew Aya to be human was when he was piss drunk or when he was having sex. It wasn’t that Aya wasn’t nice or caring he was just hard to reach. Aya didn’t let go easy. Yohji’s mind wandered to Omi for a second. At least he didn’t for Yohji.

Aya felt the flush from the sudden intake of alcohol. He hadn’t done this in a while so his head felt a little dizzy. He shoveled more food in his mouth to compensate. He realized Yohji was watching him. “What?”

“Nothing. You done?” He said as he stood with this bowl. Aya decided he was and handed Yohji his half eaten food. Yohji returned and slouched next to Aya handing him a second bottle.

The beer was lowering his guard He could feel his pent up emotions coming to the surface. Dark things twisted inside of him. He wished Omi were there so the boy could smile at him, touch him. He needed to be touched right now to make everything ok. Aya started his second beer as he spied Yohji’s lean form extending out from the top if his low ridding pants. He had the urge to reach over and feel him, to wrap Yohji around himself. Why not? All four for them had groped and fondled each other while in the same room. Did it matter that Omi wasn’t there to watch? He wasn’t sure he trusted Yohji but the gentle buzz of from his drink allowed him to try. “So fond memories of our drinking… What about what we used to do after drinking?”

“You mean you whining on my shoulder about your little perversion?” Yohji was pushing Aya’s buttons seeing how far he could get.

Aya gave Yohji a cold stare. “Fucking moron,” he slammed as he began to get up and leave. He wasn’t putting himself out there to be belittled. Alcohol may dull his senses but it didn’t remove his pride.

Realizing his mistake, Yohji caught Aya’s arm and pulled him back hard. He trapped Aya between his body and the back of the couch. “You mean this?” He slid a hand around the back of Aya’s head and took Aya’s lips. Their tongues met and Yohji lost his breath in Aya’s deep moan. “You were always too fucking hot, and so damn untouchable.” He pushed against Aya’s body. Aya was kissing him back fervently, grasping at his lips and his body. It made Yohji shudder. It felt as though Aya wanted him as badly as he wanted Aya. “I’ve waited to long to touch you like this. I’m going to fuck you so hard…”Yohji groaned as he enveloped Aya completely

Yohji felt different than Omi. Aya wasn’t willing to succumb to the blond and let him take control as he did witi. i. Yohji was something to conquer. He let the kiss go wild, gripping Yohji firmly and moaning loudly to bate the man before he broke it off. “The hell you are!” he growled as he shoved Yohji. The two bodies rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Their arms and legs twisted together as they struggled with each other, pushing, pulling, grabbing, each one questing for power. It was arousing the way their bodies jolted and slammed against one another with this rough play. Aya gained the top and ground himself aggressively into the blond. Yes, this was the kind of touch he needed right now. He looked down on Yohji with piercing eyes as he panted, “You looked so good…..(heh heh)…. the other night… (heh ehe) … when Ken…(heh)… took you…(hehuh) so submissive, so helpless. Let’s see if I can do the same.” Aya pinned Yohji’s wrists to the floor and began to devour the man’s neck.

Yohji felt the thrill of Aya’s teeth scraping his tender flesh. He wondered about Ken as Aya sucked and nipped at his neck. Aya was one of his unrealized fantasies. Over the last months he’d gotten a taste of Aya but not much more. He was getting all of it now. He loved Ken, had yet to say it to him in so many words but he did. He searched his memories of their time together; alone and with Aya and Omi. He was looking for something anything that would tell him this was wrong and that he should stop. But he could find nothing and Aya was here now touching his body, making him burn. The redhead’s gyrating hips intensified the ache between his legs. He wanted to take Aya to feel him form the inside. He waited for just the right moment to counter. Aya dropped down to tease his nipples creating sharp twangs of pleasure across Yohji’s chest. Damn! Yohji was so turned on. Aya dipped down lower and the grip on his wrists slackened. Yohji pulled his arms free and grabbed Aya by the at at the back of his head.

Aya was frozen at arms length like a cat. Buttons flew as Yohji’s free hand tore its way to touch the smooth skin of Aya’s chest. Yohji caressed his torso and studied him. His fingers ran over every rippling muscle and plucked at the firm rosy mounds of flesh. Tremors of ecstasy assaulted Aya’s senses. He was panting. He felt so wild, so incredibly hard. He wanted to fuck Yohji right now. He wanted to throw the man down and plow into him. But the grip at the back of his neck was tight and had the obscene effect of holding him still.

Yohji could see the dark desire in Aya’s eyes. Sng Ang Aya an evil smirk, he snaked his hand downward and rubbed the outside of Aya’s pants knowing he was making it worse. The hips jumped and pressed forward. He tightened his grip in Aya’s hair jerking the head back just a little so Aya would arch forward. God damn, this is hot.

Aya, every the strategist, decided to change his approach. He began moaning anchinching out of the shirt the now hung open around him, inviting Yohji to do more. His arms lay limp at his sides and his body visibly shuddered as Yohji touched him. Aya curled his leg up and brought his knee to the V of Yohji’s thighs and pressed in.

Yohji wantonly pressed his aching need against Aya’s hard knee. He kept his hold on Aya and lowered his elbow to the floor to support them. Aya’s head was cantored back, once again exposing the long graceful curve of his neck. Yohji ran his hand from Aya’s clothed cock, up his bare torso to touch thate sue supple line of flesh.

Aya knew his opponent well. He used Yohji’s weakness for dominance to play him with cunning accuracy. He kept his head thrown back and pleaded in a husky whisper, “Let me go.” Yohji was pushing steadily against Aya’s well-placed knee. He almost had hiere ere he wanted him. Aya’s hand moved to the waist of his pants. He moaned Yohji’s name as he pushed them down his hips and began to ease out of them.

Yohji felt his body groan at Aya’s seduction. He watched Aya gracefully and easily undressed himself even in this awkward position. Then he fell apart as Aya began to stroke his own cock. His grip on Aya faltered.

It wasft aft and flawless. Aya shoved Yohji’s face into the floor and pinned the man’s hands to his back. He grabbed Yohji’s ass and rubbed down between his legs. “Are you gonna behave now and let me fuck you, Yohji-kun?”.

Aya’s voice was deep and harsh sending a chill over Yohji. A rough hand grabbed and massaged his balls. His hard cock was trapped painfully against the floor. “Damn.” He heard the wrestling of fabric then felt it wrapping around his hands tightly. This wasn’t like Ken’s pretend restraints. Aya meant for him not to get free until Aya wanted fre free. From the corner of his eye he could see Aya naked and strong. He felt Aya lying against his back and working his way to the clasp on his jeans. Soon they were open and sliding down his thighs. The cold air hit his hot skin. Aya touched him again. With out the barrier of his clothing Yohji nearly went through the roof with Aya’s aggressive fondling. Yohji whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasur
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“You will lie still or I will twist your balls off.” Aya slid his finger up the fine crack, teasing Yohji’s sensitive areas. He lifted him to his knees and spread hiss aps apart to better explore him.

Yohji shivered. The thought that Aya was going to fuck him began to sound like a damn good idea. There was no question of giving up the cat and mouse game as Aya’s tongue flitted over his entrance. He gasped at the sensn ofn of Aya licking and probing him. The man’s fingers stroked his thighs and anything else they could reach. Yohji swam in the heat of hust.ust.

With Yohji properly subdued Aya was ready to continue his conquest. He reached back to the couch and found a bottle of lube underneath. It was convenient to live in a house of horny men. He knelt behind Yohji and spread the lube over his fingers and then reacundeunder to stoke Yohji with one hand while he thrust two fingers in quickly.

Yohji bucked and howled.

Aya laughed. “Now you want me, don’t you? Say it.” Aya jabbed into Yohji’s body with his fingers making the touch rough and irregular.

“Yyyesss.” Yohji stuttered. Aya was stroking his insides hitting his pleasure zone randomly. It was driving him mad.

“beg for it….” Aya’s voice commanded.

“Please…” the other voice moaned

“Please what?” Aya prodded his fingers thrusting in deep as the man made a small cry.

“Please, fuck him Aya,” came a low voice from behthemthem.

Everything stopped as Aya whirled around to see Omi and Ken standing in the doorway.
Omi moved slowly up behind Aya as Ken knelt beside Yohji.

Shit thought Yohji on the floor. Shit, shit, shit! He panted and heaved on the floor. Don’t stop he wanted to beg. He felt someone near him and looked up to see Ken peering down at him.

Ken stoked Yohji’s face with his fingertips. “Now, you be a good boy for Aya and let him fuck you since he so nicely asked.”

Ken’ice ice was t ant and airy. Yohji shut his eyes and trembled and Ken patted his head. God how he loved living in this house!

“How long have you been there?” Aya whispered to Omi. He felt slightly embarrassed.

“Shhhh, now turn back around lover.” said Omi as he pushed Aya’s shoulders back towards the body folded in front of him, “ and Fuck him.”

Aya turned back to Yohji as Omi’s hands stroked down his shoulders and arms. Omi continued to whisper into Aya’s ear. “Take him ha I w I want to hear him scream.” Omi kissed Aya’s check and slid his tongue into the man’s ear. “I want to watch you fuck him like you fuck me.” Aya felt a dark thrill rush over him from the sound of his lover’s smooth voice. He did as Omi bid him. He spread lube on his cock and held it to Yohji’s entrance.

“If you boys do good,” Ken announced. “Omi and I will give you a treat.” Ken reached out for Omi.

Omi took Ken’s hand and they sat side by side on the couch waiting.

Yohji could see Ken and Omi side-by-side calm and cool waiting for Aya to take him. How could this feel so right? Bound on the floor in front of his lover waiting for another man to tear into him. He looked at Omi so sweet and innocent but underneath something burned, something darker. His lover sat next to Omi clutching his hand. They were both innocent and yet, not. “Ken,” he whispered and the boy’s lustful eyes turned to him. He relaxed and waited for Aya.

Aya took hold of Yohji’s hips. He could feel Omi and Ken watching him. He steeled himself, lifted his head and plunged inside. The channel spasmed around him. He fucked Yohji just like Omi told him to.

Yohji barked out as Aya roughly breached him. The swirl of pain and pleasure lolled in his stomach. Aya set a heavy rhythm that took Yohji’s breath away. He would have pushed back to meet each maddening plunge, were his hands free. As things were, he could do nothing but take it. “Aya,” hokehoked out.

Aya grunted and directed his body to fill Yohji completely. He pulled the man’s hips in as he lunged forward. He was inside the sweet, hot body taking what he had wanted from Yohji for a long time. It was oddly exciting fucking Yohji while Omi looked on. He could feel Omi’s control over him, relished it, gave into it as his body penetrated the other man.

Omi squeezed Ken’s hand tight. They had said they would not touch each other until Yohji and Aya were through but it was so hot and his cock ached to be stroked.

Ken watched with wide eyes as his lover took Aya inside him. Is that what we look like when we fuck?

Aya’s body glistened with a soft sheen of sweat. He moaned loudly as he took pleasure in Yohji’s body. He was close. He thrust faster and the pounding of the blood in his ears set his rhythm. He felt electrified as he fell over the edge and released.

Yohji fell to the ground, panting and crying. He had felt the pinnacle of pleasure but did not come. He was exhausted and weak. His swollen head throbbed painfully between his legs. Aya lay across him breathing heavily lost in euphoria.

Omi slipped off the couch. “Poor Yohji,” he keened as he let his finger trace up and down the quivering shaft.

Yohji sucked in a gulp of air at the boy’s maddening touch. Then sweet lips kissed his tip and soft tongue swept over him. “Sh-Shit.” he muttered squeezing his eye’s closed and pushing his face back into the floor.

Ken joined the men on the floor. He kissed Aya’s drowsy lips and curled up beside Aya and Yohji to watch Omi as the boy took Yohji into his mouth.

Omi knew it wouldn’t take much. He made just a light suction and bobbed his head up a few times before Yohji growled and filled his mouth.

Ken reached back to release his lover from his bindings. The boys lay together on the floor in an air of contentment.

“So,” Aya whispered, “where’s our treat?”

~TBC~


note from craxy: Hey-lo! I can’t tell you how many more of these there will be (Obviously at least one more. Treatsies anyone?) because every time I think I’m done with the lusty bishies they come back begging for more. I have several fics vying for attention so updates are unpredictable. Thanks for reading and encouraging my decent into hell.