Schoolboy Crush

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.


Schoolboy Crush - Part 2

Omi drifted through his day at school in a perpetual haze. His head hurt from a lack of sleep and his damn conflicting emotions. He had spent all night and now all day thinking about Aya and what had happened. His mind kept replaying the vision of Aya licking his seed from his fingers. This sent the boy scurrying to the privacy of the restroom more than once. Now he was on his way home, confused, excited, scared and still battling himself.

Omi heard Aya’s words again. ‘We’ll finish this tomorrow.’ \'What did Aya mean by that? Maybe he’s really mad at me.\'

\'But…he didn’t * seem * mad when he left, or when he was… \'

Again the picture Aya licking as his milky hand loomed in his mind. Omi shook himself free. \'If he’s not mad at me then does he really…like me?\'

\'No, he can’t. He can’t possible like me. I’m just a kid to him. He’s going to come into my room and give some crappy lecture about how naughty it is to fantasize about other guys, especially him. Oh, god, He’ll probably do it right in front of Yoji and Ken, too! \' Omi walked on with his new found despair.

\'But…what if he doesn’t? What if I get there and he wants to…? Do I really want to? …with Aya? Dreaming about it is was one thing but doing it…I’m kinda scared, now.

I wonder….if he loves me? \'

The flower shop suddenly appeared bedside him. Omi entered the shop carefully looking around for Aya. Yohji was chatting up a pretty customer and Ken was rearranging plants. He didn’t see Aya anywhere. Hesitantly, he dawned his apron and approached Ken.

“Unh, Ken-kun? Where’s Aya-kun?”

“He’s making some late deliveries. Said he’d bring back dinner, though.” Ken looked up at Omi and then paused. “You ok Omi? You look a little pale and tired.”

“Wha!?! Oh no I’m fine.” Omi turned away before Ken could see him blushing.

He busied his body and mind with work until the shop closed. Aya had not yet returned. Omi was slowly relaxing, his mind finding other things to be busy with. He went down to his computer and began his homework. A he worked through some hellacious calculus problem he felt something flutter around his ear. He shook his head brushing his ear against his shoulder to a wipe away some stray hair and continued working. A bit later he felt it again and this time he flung his hand up to his ear to knock whatever it was away. He jumped, as his wrist was caught by a strong, hand. He looked up into Aya’s stunning face and suddenly forgot how to breathe.

That low, smooth voice reached his ears, “Aren’t you going to cum?”

Omi shook his head in disbelief, “Wh-what?”

“Aren’t you going to come eat?” Aya repeated louder.

“Oh, un, ya” Omi remained in his chair looking up at Aya, his hand suspended between them by Aya’s iron grip.

“Aren’t you gonna let go?” he sheepishly asked. Omi thought he saw a faint smile come to Aya’s face as the older boy took a step back and pulled Omi up from the chair. He turned and led his stumbling captive up the spiral stairs until they reached the dining room.

“Took you guys long enough.” Ken said.

“He was probably showing Aya his new favorite porn sights.”

“Was not!” Omi indignantly yelled.

“Yohji quit teasing him,” said Ken. “You know Omi’s very sensitive about his ‘activities’.”

“What? Stop it!” Omi felt his face becoming flushed and hot. Even under normal circumstances he would have fussed at their insinuations but today it was so much worse. He stole an uncomfortable glance at Aya.

“I suggest you all sit down and eat before getting so hot and bothered up I have to spray you down with the plants,” Aya said coolly as he began to eat.

Ken snickered and started picking through small boxes looking for something he wanted to eat.
“Damn, Aya, who picked out dinner you or Omi? Didn’t you get anything with meat in it?”

Omi looked up from the food he was gathering onto his plate. Sure enough, all the boxes on the table were things that Omi loved to eat. His heart skipped a beat. Did Aya really intend to do that? How could he even know? A new wave of bickering thoughts assaulted his mind.

“Hey, Omi, pass the noodles.” asked Ken. “ Omi? Ooomi?!”

“Wha?”

“Noodles?”

“Oh. ya. Sure, here.”

“Is our little Omi coming down with something?” remarked Yohji.

“Huh?”

“I thought the same thing earlier.” agreed Ken.

“I am not si…” Omi fell silent when he suddenly felt Aya’s hands brushing his cheeks. The older boy stood over him, inspecting his face, gently pushing back his hair. Aya slowly bent down and pressed his cheek to Omi’s for a moment then did the same to the other side. Omi sat in shock while Aya touched him in front of the others.

Standing up straight still holding onto Omi’s stunned face Aya announced, “He does feel kinda… hot.” He gazed back down at Omi’s upturned face. “Go get into bed. I’ll get some medicine to make you feel better.”

“But…I’m NOT sick!” Omi protested.

“That’s just the fever talking,” Yohji teased.

Aya let go of Omi and, grabbing keys, headed out the door.

Omi felt like he was in some bizarre universe where no one could understand him. As much as he fought and insisted that he wasn’t ill the other members of Weiss just didn’t believe him. They finally resorted to carrying the squiriming boy to his room. Alone, with the door shut, sprawled on his bed he gave up.

\'What just happened? I don’t understand any of this.\' Frustrated and exhausted, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

***

Omi awoke as he heard his bedroom door creak open.

“Come on guys I’m fine. Please…” He rose up on his elbows and regarded his unwanted visitor. \'Shit.\' It was Aya.

“I thought I told you to get into bed?”

“I AM in bed.” Omi whined.

Aya set a bag on Omi’s nightstand and then slid next to Omi on the bed. He reached over and took the hem of Omi’s t-shirt and gave a tug.

“Up” he demanded.

Omi sat up with an impatient huff and raised his arms up over his head waiting for Aya to remove his shirt. He was not sick and he was getting tired of this stupid game.

Aya’s hands slowly glided along Omi’s sides as he pushed the shirt up his chest and over the boy’s arms. A tremor raced through Omi’s frame. Aya leaned close to Omi’s ear breathing heavily over the boy’s neck and shoulders.

“See,” Aya whispered. “Even now you shiver.” He pressed a hand to Omi’s chest and pushed the boy back down to the bed. Aya’s hands flowed skillfully over the bare chest caressing every inch of exposed skin. His breathing was loud and thick in Omi’s ears. The careful hands settled on the taunt pink nipples.

“How do you feel, Omi?”

Omi thought he would die as Aya’s fingers grazed back and forth over his sensitive flesh. “God, Aya,” he breathed, his back arching up to get closer to the teasing fingertips.

“mmm…You still feel hot to me.” Aya bent down and took a little harden piece of flesh into his mouth. He sucked and nipped at the bud lavishing it with his tongue.

“UNGH!” Omi gasped. \'God I can feel it all the way down to my thighs!\' Omi marveled.

Releasing Omi from this sweet torture, Aya got up and straddled Omi’s legs. He watched the boy stare at him, as he slowly unbuttoned his own shirt. It fell gracefully back from his shoulders and down to the bed. He sat still on Omi’s lap, allowing him to gawk a little at his bare flesh. Then taking Omi’s hands, he guided the boy into touching him. First, slow languid caresses across Aya’s stomach, then he working theem up his chest. Next, he drug the young inexperienced hands over his nipples, closing his eyes and hissing with pleasure. Omi’s fingers made little circles around the pink nubs then darted quickly back and forth. Aya rocked up and down on top of Omi, expressing his elation in pants and soft moans. He slid his hands down Omi’s arms and stretched his body out to lay on top of him.

Soft lips grabbed at Omi’s as a warm a thigh nestled between his legs. He could feel Aya all around him. His need was growing as Aya’s hips ground into him. He’d never felt like this, never wanted something so badly. It was like electricity flowing through his body. Omi began to pant and writhe. But it was becoming too much, too unfamiliar. The friction of Aya’s hips, the persistence of his mouth, he couldn’t breath..…he couldn’t.. \' …no..please!\' His hands clinched on Aya’s back as he tried to push the heavy undulating body away from him. “Aya,” he sobbed. “Stop!”

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