Falling In Love With You

Recap from Ch 3: There was much to be pondered, and many answers for all of his questions. For instance, he had the basic somewhat unsettling, but down right confusing issue like the fact he was hugging his gay team member in the darkened greenhouse for the second time in ten minutes.There was the way Omi’s fingers buried themselves into his clothing while attaching, and the way for each hug he was quite aware of the boy’s audible breathing.

Then of course, there were the more serious matters, like what should he say if someone were to walk in? What would happen if someone actually did walk in? Would Ken and Aya wonder how straight he really was? Did he now wonder how straight he really was?! He had been around the block, there was no denying it and especially not to himself. He’d been in several threesomes a few of which counted two male and one female. He’d seen the male body, had his own to base off, and was pretty damn sure that with enough to drink, or the right atmosphere, or the right body, anything was possible-and yet there were even greater matters to be pondered at that very moment. Two of the greatest being

1. He was enjoying this embrace probably far too much for it to be normal

And

2. Omi had a wicked boner just jabbing him in the thigh.

The boner needed to be addressed.


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Chapter 4

Just Kill Me Now

By EdenEight

“Omi.” He muttered tilting his head down so his chin now rest in the soft blonde locks under him. “I don’t mean to disturb you, but there’s a rather pressing matter I think ought to be addressed.” He said softly, shifting his arm to first pull away from the boy, and then to gently rub his back. There was no reason to make Omi feel anymore uncomfortable.

“It’s an accident.” Omi quickly spit. “I’ve been busy for the last week. Rei and I, haven’ t been on the best of terms I am just…stressed-and busy-and sorry-and it’s been a while and-sorry-it’s an accident-sorry-don’t be mad-please don’t be mad, don’t be mad.” Omi trailed, seeming to whisper the end to himself and once again he found his massaging hand back in the boys hair.

“How serious were you with Rei?” He asked.

“I told you he wasn’t the one.” Omi answered, still speaking directly into his chest like a child that had wrapped itself into its mothers skirt after being frazzled by a stranger.

“Yeah but how serious were the two of you?”

“Serious enough.” Omi snapped again.

“A huh.” He grunt, before jumping when Omi took a bite at his skin the same way the boy would elbow him had his elbows not been latched under his arms.

“Don’t start, just give me a-a minute.” Omi muttered.

“Are you focusing on world destruction and nuclear winter?” He chuckled.

“Dead kittens.” Omi blurt, and he grimaced before mentally complimenting the boy at how fast that thought really did take hold of his attention. It was then he got a wicked idea. Technically if one were to take the view of a say a sitcom or soap opera novelist, one could argue they were simply two sexually primed average Joe’s whom were both a bit pent up and really deserved a release for some of their sexual energy. On the other hand if one were a romance novelist, one could argue that their timing was fait having Omi just become single and him just realize new possibilities with a friend. And yet again! If one were a fanfic author one could argue that there is no one else in the room, the greenhouse itself is always relativity dark on that end, he is enjoying the hug, and there’s no reason to even bother with an excuse for Omi...

He shook his head dismissing his thoughts. That was ridiculous. Fanfic author where the hell did that idea come from?

Metal note: Kick Ken’s ass later.

“Huhhh.” Omi suddenly gasp, sucking in and drawing cold about his chest before puffing hot through his cotton t-shirt to his skin as he realized when he shook his head to clear his mind, he shift his weight from his right thigh to his left. Activating the muscles in his left, and causing it to readjust just that tiny bit needed to rub Omi’s predicament ever slightly. “Christ, What are you doing?” Omi suddenly gasp to him, finally emerging from his chest as a pair of wide blue eyes.

“It was an accident.” He muttered and Omi’s eyes pinched uncertain if he were serious, or throwing words back in his face.

“We-we seem to be having a lot of those don’t we.” Omi breathed, each word still running out in hot air to his sensitive skin.

“Yeah.” He answered sounding just about as intelligent as he felt right then.

“I-”

“I-”

They both began, and both stopped instantly starring at each other with wonder as to just what the other was thinking. Were they thinking this was something more? Could be something more? Could what they were about to say be misconstrued and twisted into 100 and 2 meanings of laced phrases of hidden passion and affection. Could the simple phrase I better just go become I better just go because later would be a better time? Later we’ll have a bed? Ken won’t be two feet away? My gOd! The possibilities! The insanity! Any uttered word could mean consent! Marriage! Obscenity! There was no right word! No supportive phrase, or suggestive pun he could use to pull himself from this awkward situation it was ludicrous! Maddness! Absolutely IN-

“Say something.” Omi whispered smashing his thoughts like an oncoming truck. “We can’ t just stand here.” the boy muttered shifting as though to back up.

“I-”

“Omi phone!” Ken suddenly yelled a split second before he opened the greenhouse door and spotted the boy standing next to him innocently. “In the kitchen.” Ken added before giving him a frown as Omi passed by. “Your encouraging him aren’t you. In here giving him encouragement.” Ken scold as he ran a hand threw his hair and stalked past the brunette. Right then he needed a moment to think about everything else BUT encouraging Omi in ANY way.

“Yes I understand that.” Omi snipped, catching both their attention from the kitchen. The boys tone was irritated like a disgruntle teacher being corrected by a parent, or a cocky business man being told yes, his luggage was gone for good, and no, no one at the airport really cared. “Yes.” Omi hissed, his tones tight as though he had roped his words with courtesy in hope he’d sound civil with all anger in check. “I can’t then I have school.” Ken gave him a look, a raised eyebrow-ed -What do you think is going on, huh?- Expression he answered with a frown of the mouth, eyebrow raise -this sounds interesting, something’s going down- As they both took arm at the kitchen doorway, slouching into each side of its wooden frame watching Omi stand facing the hall, back to them holding the phone. “I have an after school review that day as well.” Omi sighed; growing impatient his schedule would soon provide an opening for whatever he were trying to delay. “Yes, but there’s no reason I can have you talk to-…..Yes but I can put one of my teammates on the phone to vouch….Yes, but if I could just have a second to talk.” Omi snapped before slouching forward, and they knew he bore defeat. The boys shoulders fell as though his loss was a nasty little devil that now perched on his back, plucking at strands of hair and scratching at his ears pleased with it’s victory. “A huh.” Omi muttered running a hand through his hair before turning around and spotting them. “Get lost!” the boy mouthed waving at them to go, and both he and Ken raised an innocent finger to their chest and eyebrow raised -Who? Me?- “gO!” Omi mouthed. “A huh.” the boy answered again, waving a few more times before making a fist as though there would be some face-punching and ass-kicking upon the phone call termination. “No I have a ride.” Omi stated rolling his eyes before gritting his teeth to them when Ken turned and point an innocent finger at him before eyebrow raising -Yohji?- click “Do you have to sit and ease drop on me?” Omi snapped roughly slamming the phone down and letting his hand linger on it.

“We’re not ease anything, it does require some effort. And we‘re standing.” He stated.

“You weren’t talking to me with all that waving were you?” Ken asked grinning like a wild man whom was only too pleased to be there.

“Your both terrible.” Omi scold, giving them a measured squint. “And to think you actually ease drop where I can See you!”

“Would you prefer us to hold little cups up to the walls?” Ken teased.

“Who was on the phone?” He asked, ignoring the boys snort that he’d be so brass to ask when he stood there listening. “Who?” he simply repeat when Omi gave him the look. The one that squint the left eye at you as the boy cocked his head a bit with a sort of sly, irritated smirk.

“Let’s see, why don’t you guess.” Omi grumbled heading for the stairs. “Five points if you guess correct subject, ten points if guess correct person and if you guess all together I’d say…” Omi trailed stopping at the bottom of the stairs to give them the finale of degusted expressions. “Oh! That’s right. That you can have one of these!” The boy smiled flipping them the bird with both hands.

“The docs office, they want you back.” He deadpanned, and Omi’s face slid apart like a mud slide starting first with the smug little grin, then with the crinkled nose, the squinty eyes, and finally the frowning eyebrows, until the boy stood with a shocked expression that quickly became mad and embarrassed he was right and disclosed that information to Ken and the empty kitchen. “RIght!?” HE called after the boy whom simply slammed his hand down on the railing with a rough scowl before trudging upstairs rather loudly.

“The doc?” Ken asked turning to him. “What would he want?”

“Probably just a follow up exam.” He concluded trying hard to think of anything else the guy might try to pull.

“What a jerk.” Ken grunt starting for the fridge. “You gonna drive him down there?”

“He’ll probably take his bike.” He sighed.

“You want him to take the bike to go see that wacko alone?”

“You want me to drive him?” He asked and Ken stopped dead and turned to him with a look.

“This is your gay side, asking me that like I am the mother and you’re some sort of father-like figure but more so leaning towards perverted uncle of some sort.” Ken grumbled opening a fresh Gatorade.

“Than whose Aya?” He asked stopping Ken’s bottle tip to guzzle half a 12 oz in mid air.

“What?”

“If you’re the mom, and I am the dad slash perverted uncle than who’s Aya?” He asked snickering slightly.

“My god, isn’t it obvious.” Ken snort. “The mother-in-law.”

He couldn’t help but laugh.


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“I am glad you let me drive you.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, could we just not bring it up.” Omi sighed keeping his eyes on the passing scenery.

“Fine.” He agreed, letting it go.

“No, don’t get all wussy on me Yohji-kun that just makes this even more awkward.” Omi scold turning to him with a frown. “If you want to say something just say it, but I don’t want to go over and over stuff, and I certainly am not going to tell you anything that happened, so you can just get that out of your head now.”

“Your not going to tell me what the doc said?” he asked turning to the boy with an eyebrow-ed You’re going to keep this from me?

“Yeah, fine. Ok. He said I have to put this prescription on instead, because I am not healing fast enough ok.” Omi grumbled giving the small white prescription bag along the car floor an irritated kick.

“Did you try it?”

“Yeah, course.”

“So you think it’s going to be better?”

“Oh yeah.” Omi snort sarcastically. “It’s the cat’s meow.” He said nothing. “Make a left up here.” Omi ordered pointing to the upcoming street. “I ah-I want you to drop me off at Rei’s.” The boy confessed turning to him a bit uneasily, but he simply nod.

“Do I get to say hi?” He asked hopefully before hiding his disappointment when Omi shook his head.

“No.” the boy answered quietly, equally uneasy to deny him an obvious want.

“Ok, no sweat.” He reassured with a causal shrug. “I hope it works out between you two, ok?” He said slowing the car in front of the house Omi’s directing finger jumped to.

“K.” Omi nod slipping out and turning back to him with a soft expression; One longing to say something to him, a thank you, some sort of gratitude for not pressing for answers, for not bitching about the doc when Omi could tell he was mad. Knew he was the moment the boy left the examining room stiff, and with shameful eyes. Confidence destroyed, voice like a mouse, personality like that of a sun deprived plant, which didn’t perk up until they were climbing into the car. Omi knew he was mad, mad as hell but he didn’t say a word and for that the boy was grateful. For not asking why he couldn’t say hi to Rei or stop in to meet the parents, the boy was grateful. He was a friend, and a good one at that. “I’ll be back at seven or so.” Omi stated, shutting the door before turning to go and he nod. “Wait!” Omi yelled just as he touched the gas and he turned to the boy with a smile. Ready.

So now he would get his thank you, his appeasement for working so hard to keep his tongue and fist when he saw the doc, saw Omi, saw Rei’s house. Now that effort would pay off because he’d get the good friend bonus, the good friend sticker, and revel in his earnings for the evening. He was ready, all ears, and completely all attention zeroing in on Omi for his words. “Make it ten-ish instead.” Omi yelled before turning on his heels and slipping into the side gate towards the back of the house.

What a bust.

That entire good friend acting and for what, one lousy little-Omi forgot his prescription. “Damnt.” He swore the second he saw it there on the car floor. Throwing the gears into park he snatched the parcel in one swoop before heading for the side gate. “Little idiot.” He sighed, sweeping his eyes about the backyard as he entered. It was small but politely kept, cut grass, tiny, and he did mean tiny, flower bed, an old swing with much love, worn statue, and three types of fence. One for each side, and each neighbor whom had fenced in their yard and simultaneously done Rei’s family a financial favor.

He raised his hand to knock on the back door Omi had obviously entered through, before stopping with a sound seconds before his knuckles met the wood. He heard something inside, soft, and familiar. A soft cry. Like one of a grieving person, the large hollow mouth of sadness stretching open without sound before the treacherous inhale audibly testifies to their sorrow. It was a familiar sound, one of those that make you stop. Like a dish that falls and breaks. It’s not your dish, but still you stop when you hear the sound. You might even go to see. Was that your dish? Did it break?-Oh, oh it’s ok? Oh, good. It was soft, familiar, a little wrong but undeniably Omi. He dropped his hand and took a side step to the small window as the sound came again, a bit louder and this time more clearly. It wasn’t crying but laughing, low quiet laughing.

Rei’s family were one of those curtain people, and not one of the type A curtain people whom fill their rooms with large drapes, or several layers of the sweeping shades that fall to the floor with the top of lace or velvet and then the second normally beige or satin. No they were not curtain type A’s, but curtain type B’s whom do the short, thin, usually frilly curtains. Sometimes starting half way down and only draping about the bottom half, or more commonly do the little house on the prairie type. The ones that start at the top and curve to the middle where they’re tied back before frilling about in ill logical layers set free and held only by that soft tie begging to be unraveled so as to hide the window from sight. Yes they were curtain type B people and at this particular moment, he was experiencing the first choice. Curtains, which started half way and covered the bottom portion of the panes; so if someone were to spot him from the inside he’d look like a pair of green eyes peering in like some obscene Peeping Tom.

His eyes swept the indoor room, this backdoor apparently lead to the kitchen and the room’s interior matched the homely style of certain B. The cabinets were a sun weathered brown, with a white countertop cluttered with flour and remnants of dough. He could see a bit of sauce and with another side step the small rounded kitchen table, sink, stove and two boys. He recognized Rei immediately despite the boys now flour dusted apron, hands, and back of Omi who was blocking most of the boys face while engaging in what seemed to be a tongue fight with him. He drew back from the window with a short breath suddenly feeling like some perv whom really didn’t belong peering into windows when he heard the soft cry again. His eyes flicked up unnerved by the sound because it was unrecognizable and foreign, but identifiable as his teammate.

Rei was a rather good-looking boy, if he had to pass judgment on one. Omi didn’t have such awful taste. Rei was slightly taller than Omi, just as slender with a bit more to his arms and chest. His brown hair was short but spiked slightly, and he had a kind face. One with ears that were a bit too big, eyes that were soft, a nose a tad lopsided and a smile that swept almost ear-to-ear when in full bloom. Rei’s smile was coarse, masculine, but inviting and the boy was smiling as Omi began slinking down his developed form to a kneel fumbling with the boys belt buckle. He gasped throwing his eyes to the hallway in panic someone might enter the room. Weren’t these boys worried about getting caught?! His mind screamed debating rather to step back and turn away, really what he was watching was private! He shouldn’t be here! This was obscene! He was intruding! But then again, it was so interesting he was drawn to it! Wanted to see the outcome! Would they make up!? Would it all be ok!? There was no waiting for Omi to get home so he could ask and get a nod, happy smile and Yeah, we talked and everything’s all worked out. Now his mind was almost frantic with all the times Omi had told him Rei and him had argued in the car, and how many times they had talked through their mishaps. Good god! What exactly was the boy doing when he was over here!?

“AHh!” Rei let out a cry, which brought his attention back to the window in time to see Omi stand back up and finish him off with a nice frenching. His jaw was on the porch as he watched the two. Omi was experienced, a bit more than he had the boy pegged for, I mean yes he had considered and checked off head, and head giving when he considered his sexuality. But oh my god! It was something else to acknowledge he’d probably given it and something else entirely to see it done! Even with the curtain providing a Pg friendly environment! “Omi!” Rei barked a bit loudly and with a small laugh cutting through his thoughts again. The two were now hugging playfully, shoving each other with the craving to be shoved back and the opportunity to wrestle amongst the flour to be had! OH! The baking goods were making this obscene! It was beginning to look like some porn movie because the flour was dusting up into the air, and the sauce on the stove provided a soft bubbling soundtrack which was both calming and yet spicy and seductive. There was hugging, and groping and the affectionate humping of one body against another. This was insane! He couldn’t believe he was watching this! Couldn’t believe he was standing there! Fuck it. He’d wait and give Omi the prescription when he came home.


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“Again?” He could hear Ken ask loudly from upstairs as he took a swig of his coffee. “Well why!? What the hell does that man want!? Wait! I know, why don’t you just take like, take a picture of your ass and leave it on his desk for him.” He heard Ken laugh before silence and then a regretful. “It was a joke Omi.” Was added from the upstairs all before the stomping, and the tossing of ones book bag down the stairs and almost into Aya whom was passing through the room.

“Look out below!” he yelled seconds after the thing landed, missed Aya by and inch and the red head gave the thing an irritable kick to send it back to the stairs and out of the walking space. “Hahaha.” he laughed downing the rest of his chicken burrito for breakfast.

“What a bastard.” Ken grumbled joining the kitchen after he heard the upstairs stomping lead from a bedroom into the bathroom before there was the slamming of a door.

“Omi?” He asked around his mouthful. Now aside from the most irritable activities of the morning, one of thee greatest being the travel from bed to (insert destination), everyone seemed to be grouchy this morning. Aya didn’t seem like today was going to be ranked very highly on communicated achievement, Omi was put out about something, and Ken was quickly frustrated having no one to A. Talk to, and B. Laugh at his jokes. He on the other hand was rather neutral after having encountered and mastered thee most drilling exercise of the morning. Which of course, was breakfast itself. Secretly he was more than a bit skeptical that the Mild, keyword being mild, spicy Teriyaki chicken would be just that. For often when one buys anything in the market ranging in spice from low, mild and hot, the low could be hot, the mild could be low, for it’s as though the manufactures just throw all the sauce into bottles and slap the labels on one after thee other. There really is no care as to what the consumer will have to go through, what pain, and anguish will blemish the tongue when the low is confused for hot, or more importantly in this case the mild, for hot. However, after resorting back to the mild chicken burrito after being left with the only other two options:

1. Aya’s left over roughage friendly lasagna.

2.Actually baking something himself.

He summed his courage heated the thing and downed half in one bite, holding the 2liter of coke for precautionary measures. After which several cow chomping chews determined the burrito was not only safe, but also splendid, and the mild, while a bit on the low side, would not in fact be the cause of his untimely death.

“No, not Omi.” Ken snort. “The doc’s having him come back today. He just got off the phone.” He stopped chewing.

“Noo.”

“Yes.” Ken added with an extra eyebrow-ed confirmation in case he felt it necessary to say Noo in that tone again. Which of course he did, until he saw the eyebrows.

“That son of a bitch.” He said, lowing the burrito to his plate.

“I think this has gone far enough Yohji, and I want to tell Manx.” Ken deadpanned, staring at him from where he stood along side the table with his arms crossed over his chest like the mom would stand. He was becoming increasingly glad he was nominated into the father position, and now even felt the perverted uncle held completion after his peeping tom rendezvous. “I mean I really want to tell her. I know Omi’s not cool with it, and I know he doesn’t want it done. But I don’t think it’s good for him to go and have to put up with that. It’s just not.” Ken frowned, speaking to him as though now it were time for him to rise up, pitchforks and all and take this man for all his worth. In fact he was tempted to say Yes Mom. both to see Ken’s facial response, and because Ken’s tone was, in some sick way, demanding that of him.

“Well…We have to either side with Omi or against the doc so…” He trailed because it was obvious whose side they were, and Should be on.

“Well this isn’t fair. This is bullshit.” Ken continued lowering his voice a few as though he had to hide the curse from Omi. “I am going to ask Aya.”

“You know.” He began, and Ken stopped dead waiting to hear more after catching that sly What if we did this, without telling anyone… tone. “We could bug him and then send the convo to Manx and allow her to, you know….do what she does best and fix it for us.” He said taking a heaping bite of his food so as not to loose the best part. Seldom people realize that the juice that actually accumulates in the back of the burrito can be used for constant marinating if one tips his hand back and forth occasionally while eating. Therefore obtaining maximum flavor, as long as one doesn’t let it drip away.

“Let’s do it.” Ken said after a moment of thought.

“Don’t tell Aya.” He deadpanned as Ken started for the basement to grab which ever bug would be the best to plant on Omi, as the stomping from upstairs traveled from bathroom to bedroom before the slamming of ones door.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”


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“Ow…ow..owww……ow that stings, it stings….OW!”

“Son, hold yourself steady now. (Clanking of tool against metal tray)

“Ow (deep breathing)

Fast Forward

--“and the forms of the paper work. Just sign your name at the bottom.” (woman’s voice accompanied by shuffling of paper, a phone ringing somewhere in the background.) “And there……and there.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. You’re all set. Have a nice day.”

“Thanks. You too.” (monotone-murmur of people, chime of door opening before cars outside, obnoxious bird.)

Fast Forward

--“going to damnt So FUCK IT!”

“Omi.”

“NO! Fuck it!”

“Will you stop swearing, I don’t need to take this.”

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just relax. Here, sit down relax.” (sound of pillows, mattress groaning as more weight is added. “That’s it, just breath, geez your shoulders are tense.”

“It hurts.”

“Too hard?”

“No not you. What he did, it hurts. I Hate him.”

“You shouldn’t take that shit from him. It’s disgusting you let him use you like a doormat. Why don’t you say something?”

“No.”

“I thought you said they’d understand. What about Yohji, after hearing what you‘ve said about him he‘d have to understand. Say something to him Omi.” (silence) “For me would you?”

“Why would you ask me to do that? Why!? You know I don’t want to make this anything more than it has to be.”

“I know, I understand that. Everyone will understand that hunny, but he’s overstepping his boundaries. He’s way out of line and if you don’t call an end to this game he’s just going to keep pushing.”

“I am just-ah god-I am just sick of it. I am sick of it Rei. I want it to just go away.”

“I know you do.”

“It’s not fair, I can’t stand it! He hit me again.”

“Again!?”

“Don’t get mad please are-

Pause. His finger jumped to the button silencing the small mp3 player when he heard footsteps approaching. So he could play it like he was listening to music or some self-help tape for cooking or whatever the hell he’d make up if he were caught. Quietly he sat on his bed, already to climb in for the night when he began listening and now sat reviewing Omi’s entire day because the bug had recorded nine hours and forty-six seconds of life.

The feet passed his door before Omi’s door shut. The boy was retiring for the night with something cold to drink. He could hear the ice clinking about as the boy walked making him thirsty.

Play

--“you going to get mad?”

“When? Before or after.” (demanding tone)

“Does it make a difference?” (exhausted tone)

“To me? Yes. Yes it makes a difference, and it damn well should make a difference to you too. You know he’s out of line. You would never let anyone else do that, and how do you think it makes me feel hmm? Have you stopped to think of it from my perspective?”

“Yes of course I have.” (groaning, some static is added to the bug most likely with arm movement. Omi’s rubbing of the eyes when stressed comes to mind.)

“So? Your just going to let him continue when you know it’s making me upset. To know he’s got his hands there, where they don’t belong?”

“I am sorry Rei. Please don’t get frustrated I just can’t do it right now.”

“I am not frustrated, I am mad. And I told you to stop apologizing.”

“I am sorry-I mean, forget it.”

“So?”

“When I got on the table he gave me a few pats, and when he was done he did the same before ending it all with one of his nice slaps.” (disgusted)

“My. God.”

“What?”

“He was spanking you.”

“WHat!?”

“He was. You know he has something against you now. That he’s judging you when he has No right and he’s spanking you!”

“For crying out loud.” (groaning)

“You definitely don’t deserve that! Look at me.” (static) “Look at me. No one has the right to punish you for what you do. Only you can. And he has No right to have his hand on My Man. Do you understand? I am not going to stand for it Omi.”

“Rei.”

“No. I am telling you now, and you can hate me for it if you want. But I’ll be damned if you’re off getting your nice ass spanked by some perverted homophobe. If you’re looking for redemption like I can do it. You want to do some of that hmm? (static) Hmm? Here? (shuffling, static, mattress groaning as weight shifts.)

“It really hurts my feelings.” (sad voice, might cry)

“I know it does bebe. Just relax now, I am going to make you feel good all over.” (Light kisses) “That’s it. Relax it’s going to get all better.” (kisses, soft moan)

“Ah…ahhh….” (kisses, fast, wet)

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” (clink of belt buckle)

“ahH! Rei, Reeei. Rei.”

“Shhhh. That’s it.” (kisses, soft, light) “That’s it, open up. Ok, I am going to start.”

“Ssss.” (hiss of pain, before a heavy exhale/groan) “Faster. Touch me, I don’t want to think about this now. Put your hand-yeah.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah that feels good-I like that.”

“Good.”

“Ahhh-OW!”

“Shhh! It’s ok, I am going easy, it’s easy.”

“Ow it huuurts. Easy! Easy it hurts!”

“I am. I am going easy. Relax, give me a kiss.” (kissing, grunting)

“OW!!”

“Omi shh not so loud.”

“Ease back, pull back some.”

“Move you leg a bit, you\'re pinching in on me.”

“Owww you got to move back it hurts, Rei! Please!”

“Ok!”

“OWwww! It hurts! Stop! Come on!”

“Ok! Ok!”

(silence.)

(Crying.)

“It’s alright Omi. It doesn’t mean anything it’s ok.”

“I haaate thiis. I haaaate it.”

“It’s alright, we can wait it out together. I am going to wait it’s fine I- (Cell phone ringing, distinctive Omi’s tango tune.)

(Sniffles) “Hello?…a huh….”

“That son of a bitch. Hang up.” (whispers.)

He slid the volume down when he heard one of the other bedroom doors open, before someone padding to the bathroom. Omi. No matter what because he was in his room ease dropping on the boy’s private life Omi seemed to find it necessary to do every possible errand that involved passing his room. It was insane! The boy had been up and about for hours! And not just up and about chilling, up and about Doing Things! Cleaning and organizing, messing with cds, walking past his room! Getting drinks! Going to the bathroom! Going to the laundry room! It were as though he could feel suspicion seeping in from under his door as the boy made rounds!

“-Just STOP IT!” the tape suddenly yelled while even on volume 3, and he quickly turned it up realizing he was missing something important. “Jesus Christ!”

“Just hold me.” (Omi was crying) “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Well what did he say?” (static, mattress groaning as both boys re-shift to lay together)

“He just asked me questions. The embarrassing kind, and said an…anema might be necessary.”

“Anema? What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know.” (sniffle)

“Easy. Just relax you can sleep here tonight.”

“No I can’t. Aya-kun would flip out.”

(silence, with occasional sniffles)

“Did he say Enema?”

“Yeah that was it.”

“(mutter) Fucking bastard. I think you should talk to Yohji about this tomorrow. How’s your master plan going anyway.”

“It’s not going anywhere. My ass is broken. I’ve got nothing to offer him now.”

(snort) “How about your personality smart guy.” (static) “Besides, you said he saw your broken ass and wasn’t as disgusted as you thought he would be.”

“Yeah but, that’s because I was in pain. Who is that cruel when someone is in pain? Rei he fingered me while I was crying. It’s not exactly like I have anything to base a relationship off of. He doesn’t even-

Stop

…personality?….relationship?…master plan?….He felt his heart picking up as his head started piecing this together. Omi couldn’t have a thing for him. No. Omi had a boyfriend. Omi had Rei, if Omi was with Rei than Omi wasn’t looking for anyone. Out of the market. Hands off. Step on toe property. Omi couldn’t have a thing for him!

Play

“-look at me the same anymore. There is no way I can tell him I like him. That would kill whatever we have left between us.”

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Wooohoo! Another chapter up and running! and ok, ok I was late with this one too, but I have recently had a romantic interest come into my life, and my time is really being eaten up. Anywho! I have M&M cookies for you all! Please take one each with your review, there are napkins to the right of course. And Jimmy I put some oatmeal raisin in a zip lock bag for you, your platter is in the sink. I\'ve had no time to wash it. SO! Hope you all liked it! Some really juicy chaps are on their way, so make sure you let me know what you think and don\'t just eat all my food! LOL, ja.