Schoolboy Crush

Disclaimer: I do not own Omi and Aya

Schoolboy Crush Part 4

Omi felt the stirrings of consciousness. His eyes opened slowly to see the early morning light peeking through his curtains. He felt warm and snuggly underneath Aya’s weight, their naked bodies pressed tightly together. Aya was still in a deep sated sleep breathing steadily against Omi’s neck. Omi laid his palms flat against Aya’s back feeling his lungs expand and contract. He bent down to kiss Aya’s shoulder and the older boy shifted in his sleep but didn’t wake. ‘I could stay like this forever,’ Omi mused.

He was drifting back to sleep when he heard a clatter outside his door followed by muffled voices and feet rushing away. ‘Oh shit.’ he thought suddenly remembering how loud he and Aya had been. He wondered if Ken and Yohji had heard them and figured out what was going on in his room all night. His stomach turned. ‘They would have had to be dead not to hear us.’ He was suddenly embarrassed. He hadn’t thought about the others last night and neither of them had done anything to keep their pleasure a secret. He would never hear the end of this.

Carefully Omi slid from under Aya and dropped to the floor. He made sure the red head was still asleep before tiptoeing to the door. He listened closely for Ken or Yohji but didn’t hear anything. He opened the door with a small click and looked out. No one was there. A wave of relief swept him, but as he made to close the door again his eye caught something on the floor in the hallway. It was a tray of food. There was fruit, toast, juice coffee and some cream. In the middle lay a small pile of violets and a note. Omi looked up and down the hall again before picking up the tray and bringing it inside. He removed the empty drugstore bag from his nightstand and set it down.

“Omi?”

Aya began to stir. Omi took the note and a pealed orange slice and quickly scooted in bed next to Aya. Aya lifted himself enough to re-drape his body over Omi’s lap and chest.

Omi opened the note and read to himself:

Hope you two feel better now. Don’t worry about the shop today, Yohji and I will take care of things. Get some rest, you probably need it. ; ) - Ken

It was signed with a winking smiley face. Well at least Ken would be nice about it. However Omi was not looking forward to Yohji’s merciless teasing.

“What’s going on?’ Aya mumbled drowsily.

“A present. Hungry?”

Omi waved the piece of orange in Aya’s face. Aya’s mouth opened, inviting Omi to put the fruit inside. As his lips closed around the offering, he caught Omi’s fingers. Omi giggled and reached for more fruit. This time it was a piece of pineapple. He brought it up to Aya’s lips. His lover’s tongue reached for the sweet fruit gently caressing the boy’s digits that held it captive. Omi inserted the soft flesh into Aya’s mouth letting his finger be stroked by the twirling tongue. He touched Aya’s lips with his fingertips. Aya tilted his head back and brought their lips together. Omi basked in the tangy sweet taste of orange and pineapple inside Aya’s mouth. As they kissed, he slid down to lay along side Aya’s body. Aya put a piece of orange in his mouth then took Omi’s lips. As Omi opened to receive Aya’s tongue he felt the orange flesh pass into his mouth. He marveled as he took the fruit from Aya. He would not have imagined Aya initiating such warm, soft play. His fellow team member was always remote and cold like his steal blade. Omi had never seen Aya so unguarded, exchanging small gentle smiles as they kissed and fed each other. Omi’s anticipation of each touch stoked the fire of his desire. He delved deeper into each kiss. Leaning heavily against Aya as he pushed a knee between the taller boy’s thighs. Omi’s breathing became quick and shallow. He heaved against Aya’s awakening body. He felt Aya’s hands roaming his backside fondling the two soft mounds of flesh. Aya’s legs spread open, encouraging Omi’s aggressive stroking of his growing arousal. Their kisses became hard and rough. The heat of flesh against flesh surged throughout Omi’s body.

“Omi…” Aya moaned, “…the bottle.”

Omi spied the lubricant by Aya’s shoulder. He opened bottle and took Aya’s hand but Aya pulled away. Omi looked at Aya questioning his actions.

Aya brushed away the hair falling into Omi’s eyes, “Spread it on your fingers.”

Omi looked down at the bottle in his hands. ‘Oh. He wants me to… all the time I wanted him, dreamt of him, I never thought about taking him.’ Omi felt nervous. He hesitantly spread the liquid over his fingers.

“Add one at a time, slow long strokes, ok?” Aya reassured him.

Omi nodded and kissed his way down Aya’s skin. He licked at the base of Aya’s erect cock and began circling the opening with his slick fingers. He pushed in his first finger and stroked it against Aya’s smooth walls. Aya’s hips rocked slowly in time with Omi’s movements. When Omi added a second finger, Aya gave a small grunt. Omi brushed his lips up and down the underside of Aya’s cock apologizing for the uncomfortable intrusion.

“….deeper…” Aya begged.

Omi swallowed Aya’s shaft and drove his fingers in deep and hard. He felt something soft and spongy on his thrust in and Aya’s hips rocketed off the bed. Omi continued his assault sucking the rigid shaft and plunging into Aya’s chasm. The boy writhed beneath him releasing soft moans of delight. Omi’s own cravings escalated. As his fingers felt the smooth passage constricting around them he grew anxious to burry his throbbing shaft inside Aya. He didn’t wait for Aya’s prompting. He knelt between Aya’s open legs. Taking a handful of lube he spread it liberally on his trembling cock. He placed the bottle safely on the tray before pulling Aya up onto his lap and positioning his thick head at Aya’s entance.

Aya caressed Omi’s face. “As hard and as fast as you can, love.”

“Won’t I hurt you?”

Aya smiled up at Omi still touching his face, “That doesn’t matter as long as I can feel you inside me.”

Omi took a firm grip of Aya’s hips. He waited a moment to steady his breathing then launched into Aya forcefully, ramming himself all the way in to the hilt. Aya let out a strangled cry. Omi reared back and plunged in again. He let his desire take control as the tight passage he was pumping clenched around his thick shaft. Moving faster, Omi leaned forward and thrust deep punching at Aya’s prostate. His rock hard cock made sure contact with the sensitive organ each time he filled Aya.

‘Yes…” Aya grasped Omi’s arms and arched his hips groaning loudly.

Aya was so beautiful like this with all of his barriers were down. Omi could see no distance or coldness in his eyes. Aya had become a consuming fire that wrapped itself around Omi. He felt his climax approaching. His body shook and pulsed. He wanted to go faster, deeper into to Aya.

Omi took Aya’s rod in his hand. In a few hard strokes Aya’s legs tightened around Omi’s pounding hips.

‘Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Aya gasped rocking hard against Omi clinching his hole tighter around Omi’s penetration.

‘ungh…Aya..” Omi panted “I can’t ….ung oh oh god…” Omi felt Aya surge beneath him sending a spay of hot white cum over their bodies. He pressed hard as his own climax pumped into Aya’s body. When he was complete he tried to pull out but Aya’s legs remained tightly wrapped around him keeping his softening member buried deep inside.

“No…” Aya moaned. “I feel complete with you inside me. I don’t feel broken. Please…for just a little while.”

Omi was awash in love. He saw Aya, who was always so strong and confident, become vulnerable and fragile beneath him. He would give Aya anything and everything. Omi melted into Aya’s desperate, hungry grip.

“I love you, Aya. I will always be inside you.”