Schoolboy Crush

Usual Disclaimer: I love Omi and Aya but I don’t own them.
WARNING: We go way beyonntlentle touching here folks so if you don’t like LEMON get out of my fridge!

Schoolboy Crush - Part III

Aya halted his rampant desire at the distant sound of Omi’s panicked cry.
“Omi?!? Are you ok?”

Omi’s lungs burned for air. He gasped and choked taking in large quantities at once, his fingers digging into Aya’s arms.

“Shhh. It’s ok, Omi. Slow, easy breaths, alright? Come on.” Aya shifted his weight from Omi’s body leaving only a gentle hand against the small heaving chest. “Just relax, that’s it,”

Omi finally felt the cool air flowing into his lungs. The deafening sound of his heart beat fading as Aya’s calm touch and reassuring words took effect. His mind, a virtual whirlwind of chaos, settled, leaving only shame in its’ wake. \'Now I’ve done it.\' Omi thought, \'if he didn’t hate me before surely he hates me now.\' Embarrassed and dejected, Omi turned his face away from Aya.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“For what?” Aya asked softly laying on his side watching Omi.

“Everything,” he stammered. Omi closed his eyes trying to stop the burning tears, so sure that Aya would just leave him there. After all, that was what he deserved for being a coward. He’d wanted Aya so badly and now, he’d just pushed him away.

“Omi, it’s ok. I shouldn’t have gone so fast.”

Omi sniffed and rubbed his hands against his cheeks wiping away the tears. “No, it’s my fault. I thought I could just do it. I thought it didn’t matter …” Omi’s voice shook. “I thought that as long… as I…as long as it felt good, it wouldenouenough. But it’s too much” he sobbed, “ it just felt to much like…” \'falling in love with you.\' Omi swallowed the words in his mind, too ashamed to speak them outloud. \'Every time he touched me it fueled the fire burning deep inside me, wanting him, needing him to love me. But he doesn’t, I know he doesn’t!\' Omi’s face tightened and he hid behind his hands.

Aya reached up and took the trembling hands. He turned Omi to face him.

“Omi,” he called. “Look at me.”

Omi was hesitant to respond. He just couldn’t face Aya’s indifference, but the fingers softly caressing his cheek cajoled him to obey. Omi looked up into Aya’s violet eyes.

“I love you, Omi.” Omi’s heart stopped beating, the words hung in the air between them.

“No…” Omi struggled to comprehend. He’d made himself believe that Aya didn’t love him. It was the only way to make everything ok. If Aya didn’t love him then he’d never have to confess that he loved Aya and risk feeling the pain of Aya’s rejection. He had protected himself with that thought, but at the same time it also wounded him.

“Yes,” Aya fixed his eyes to Omi’s. “I love you. I’ve wanted to be with you….for a long time.” Aya bent to kiss the young man’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I just wanted you to feel what I feel. Once I started touching you…it was so strong. I couldn’t stop.” Aya lifted his face to Omi’s ear whispering, “Forgive me.”

Omi felt Aya’s words deep in his heart. \'Love,\' Omi thought, \'not just sex, but real love. I want him; I want him so much.\'

“Aya…” Omi moaned as he reached for him.

They found each other’s lips in an instant, mouths joining together creating careful, ardent kisses. He was engulfed by Aya’s sweet mouth his own tongue searching for Aya’s. When the two muscles met Aya inhaled sharply breaking the boys apart. Omi pressed his hips against Aya and urged the swordsman’s hands down to his thighs.

“you sure?”

“mm hum..just ,,,go slow…so I can keep up, kay?”

“Okay.” Aya caressed the bare skin just above Omi’s waistband. He lingered for a moment making sure it was ok. His fingers traced along the expanding column of flesh in Omi’s pants. He stoked softly up and down the length through the heavy fabric. Omi let out a soft moan. \'This is good\' he thought, \'oh god this is so good.\' He was amazed at Aya’s touch. \'Why is this different form before?\' He looked into Aya’s eyes and was enveloped in warm sweet love. \'That’s why.\' All of his doubts were gone. He had to have more.

Aya shuddered as Omi brush a leg against his own throbbing desire.

“That doesn’t help me go slow, Omi.”

Omi smiled feeling more at ease and rolled the taller boy over onto his back and settled between his legs. He planted his hands on either side of Aya’s chest and pushed himself up rolling his hips against the body beneath him. Aya clutched at Omi’s hips, stilling the boys movements.

“Omi…” Aya’s voice labored to break free of his breathlessness, “this… is not slow.”

Omi dropped down and took Aya’s lips pushing himself harder against his captive. He had taken control, now Aya was at his mercy. He began working his mouth down Aya’s throat. His warm soft tongue leaving a wet trail across Aya’s quivering flesh. He was too anxious to spend much time languishing over pert nipples. He was set on a different goal. He bit at creamy flesh above Aya’s waistband. He could feel the hard cock against his chest as he nestled between Aya’s legs. Aya’s hips instinctively thrust forward as the boy played with him. Omi pressed his face to the bulging fabric as his fingers worked the fly open.

“Unngh….” Aya sighed, his head lolling back in ecstasy.

Omi pushed the fabric away and released Aya’s erection. He gingerly caressed it with his lips and finger tips; his tongue lashing out making Aya jolt and moan. Omi acted on instinct, groping and tasting Aya’s pulsing desire. The swollen head wept slick, white pre-cum and Omi’s tongue wiped it away. He stopped to look at Aya. The older boy’s hands held fistfuls of sheets while his mouth had fallen open. When his eyes fluttered open, Omi whispered “I love you.” then sucked Aya deep into his mouth.

“OMI!” Aya screamed.

Omi created a tight vacuum with his mouth sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down. His hands dug into Aya’s pants to fondle the sacs still hidden inside. Aya pushed into the hot mouth. Omi listened to Aya’s labored breathing and the near nonstop moans that vaguely resembled his name. As he slid up and down his tongue danced along the under side of Aya’s rod.

“Omi, oh Omi…oooooh sssstop…..” Aya sat up, pulling the boy from his cock into a feverish kiss. Omi pushed at Aya’s jeans, guiding them down over his slender hips. Once he was free of his clothing, Aya took Omi in his arms and kissed him. He easily popped open the button on Omi’s pants and carefully slid down the zipper. Omi groaned as Aya pushed inside to find him.

“mmmm we’ve been here before.” Aya whispered,

The vision that had plagued Omi earlier that day flashed in his mind again. “You evil bastard,” the boy panted, “I had to jerk off in the boy’s bathroom room three times today because of that.”

“Well,” Aya crooned, “let’s see if we can make some more happy memories for you.” He pushed Omi’s pants over his round bottom and down his thighs. Aya took Omi into his mouth gently sucking on him. Omi hips thrust forward loving the soft moist mouth encompassing his hardness. Aya’s hands stroked Omi’s thighs, his fingers traveling up to tease Omi’s tight entrance. Omi felt like he would explode. Aya’s mouth was so hot on his cock and the feeling of the gentle rubbing against his virgin hole was driving the boy mad. His whole body burned witsiresire. He could think of only one thing to fulfill it.

“Fuck me,” Omi begged, “ oh please, fuck me!”

Aya kept his fingers massaging Omi’s softening hole and kissed his way up to Omi’s neck. He looked into Omi’s eyes and pressed hard at the little pucker of muscle
“
“Are you sure?”

Omi moaned at the added pressure. He looked at Aya through half lidded eyes.

“Aya, I want you, I need you… deep inside me. Please.”

“Alright, lay down.”

Aya turned to Omi’s nightstand and opened the bag he had brought back from the drug store. When he returned Omi saw he had a small bottle of liquid. Aya spread the slick substance over his fingers and reached between Omi’s legs. As a single finger pushed in, Omi’s back arched.
Aya laid his free hand on Omi’s chest and urged the boy back down.

“Just relax.”

Aya’s smooth voice comforted Omi. He nodded and closed his eyes. The finger sliding in and out was not really painful just, odd feeling. As Omi became more comfortable he began anticipating the small thrusts and moved to meet them. Aya watched Omi carefully as he inserted a second finger. The boy’s face winced slightly as he continued to be stretched.

Aya stroked Omi’s sweaty brow. “How is it?”

“Weird” Omi muttered.

“Is this better?” Aya thrust the two fingers in deep and low perfectly sticking Omi’s prostate.

Omi’s eyes flew open.
“HOLY SHIT!” He grabbed onto Aya as his hips thrust instinctively.

Aya smiled and drove his fingers in again and again watching Omi buck and moan emphatically.

“I think you’re ready.” Aya pulled his fingers from Omi and took more liquid from the bottle to spread over his cock. He sat between Omi’s legs and pushed them apart. Omi watched as Aya lovingly caressed the milky thighs he wrapped around his waist. Aya positioned his tip at Omi’s entrance and gripped Omi’s hips. Aya looked into Omi’s eyes and pushed himself forward.
Omi gasped for air. Aya’s cock was much fuller and more solid than his fingers had been. \'I trust him,\' Omi thought, \'he loves me and I trust him.\' He slowed his breathing and loosened his body trying to receive Aya. He rocked his hips a little letting Aya know he was ok. Aya moved deep into Omi until he was completely inside. Omi felt so full. He squirmed trying to find comfort, squeezing his legs tightly around his lover and rocking his hips.

“Omi, don’t. I…I can’t hold back if you do that…’ Aya was breathing heavily.

“But Aya… I need…ungh!” Aya began rocking against Omi, just barely thrusting in and out.

“ahuh ah .. y..yes!”

Aya dug his fingers into Omi’s flesh and pushed harder. He built up a slow rhythm.

“Oooomi…wanted you…for so long. God, you feel so good.”

“More! Aya…. please.” Omi pleaded.

Aya speed up. He pushed harder leaning further over Omi to place his hands near Omi’s shoulders. He bent down to take Omi’s lips. Omi curled around him and bucked and thrust against Aya; his tongue delving deep into Aya’s mouth. Aya broke the kiss and began ramming Omi as hard as he could. Omi cried out as Aya’s hard rod pummeled the sensitive mass of nerves inside him. Aya reached between them and grasped Omi. He jerked in time with his heavy thrusts. Omi felt himself tightening, his body tingling all over as he approached his release.

“Hold on Omi,” Aya grunted, “Just ….a little… longer.”

Aya was thrusting fast and hard inside Omi.

“So good, Aya it feels so good!” Omi panted. Finally Omi fell slack as he breached his climax. A few thrusts more and Aya came inside him. He hovered over his love as the waves of completion coursed through him. Omi reached up to pull Aya down. Aya rested on Omi for a moment still buried inside. When he had better control of his breathing he pushed himself up and pulled out, kneeing between Omi’s legs. Omi groaned at the sudden empty feeling. He rolled to his side and fumbled around for his discarded t-shirt. He found it quickly and sat up to face Aya. He kissed his lover as he cleaned his seed that had spilled over Aya’s stomach. Aya in turn did the same to Omi. They quietly lay down on in each other’s arms offering each other gentle caresses and small kisses until they fell asleep.


*** TBC? ***

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