Schoolboy Crush

Diclaimer: the usual...I don\'t own the boys.

Chapter 6


When Ken awoke he was alone on the couch. His blanket had been replaced by Yohji’s and his shorts were gone, too. What the…? He remembered Yohji and the ‘let’s make Ken really happy’ encounter but nothing that warranted loosing his clothing and his blanket. He sat up looking for Yohji to answer some questions but he was nowhere around. He wrapped Yohji’s blanket around his waist he ventured up the stairs.

Ken carefully made his way to his room without crossing any one else’s path. Behind the closed door, he slipped into a pair of shorts and began searching for a shirt. He looked at Yohji’s blanket crumpled on his bed. Man what was last night? He’d been sort of turned on when he came down stairs and by the images they had teased each other with but there was something about Yohji actually touching him. Ken was well acquainted with the pleasures of his body and he wasn’t a virgin. He’d slept with a girl or two but with much less satisfying results than last night. Ken wasn’t a prude until you put Yohji in the room. Do that and suddenly sex became an uncomfortable subject. Why was that? Why would he be shy and embarrassed about sex around Yohji? He had suspected that Yohji slept with guys from time to time. Was that it? Did he have a problem with gay men? He didn’t think so. He was glad that Omi and Aya had finally gotten together. Now if they would only let him sleep. He saw his half bare body in the mirror and paused to look at himself. His body was lean with delicately sculpted muscles, nothing bulky or too, sharply defined, just sort of sinewy and flowing. He ran a hand along his slightly rippled abdomen lowering the waistband of his shorts just a bit to see his hip. He wondered what Yohji’s hands would feel like rolling over his skin? hmm?…Ken continued watching the mirror as he moved his hands along his body, He imagined Yohji touching him, kissing him, whispering hot things in his ear. His pulse quickened and he could see the evidence of an arousal through his shorts. That’s why sex and Yohji make me nervous. I want him and not only that but I want him to want me. Can this house get any more fucked up? He laughed at himself. Omi and Aya were already going at it constantly and now he was lusting after Yohji. It was like some kind of ridiculous disease that slowly infected each person who lived here. Or maybe, he thought seriously, we’ve spent the last five years trusting no one but each other. The four of us live and move like a single unit. It would be perfectly natural to want to be closer, to be more intimate. His mind wandered to Yohji. He would have to confront him. That made his knees feel a little weak but Ken didn’t like things to be hidden. He liked things out in the open besides, he wasn’t going to spend any time pining away like Omi. Ken grabbed a semi-clean t-shirt and set out to find Yohji.

Yohji pulled the wet cloths out of the washer to move them to the dryer. No one could claim that he was not chivalrous, a tease and a playboy maybe, but he took damn good care of those he enjoyed and right now he was enjoying Ken. Yohji carried his sexual dissatisfaction with him like a badge of honor. He had valiantly sacrificed himself while giving Ken the thrill of his life. He would have pressed for more last night but a conversation with Aya a few days ago had convinced him to take it easy. After all, he still didn’t know if Ken was actually interested. A single hand job in the middle of the night when you’re tired and a little worked up doesn’t exactly make a guy gay. Ken had never given any indications that he was interested, so Yohji kept his growing attraction to himself allowing Ken some polite distance. Thank God for Aya and Omi. Not only was Yohji sincerely happy the two had finally hooked up, he was more than happy to forgo Aya’s once a month drunken binge where he would expound every reason under the sun NOT to fuck the kid. At first it was because Omi was under aged and when Omi finally came of age Aya deemed it as ‘unprofessional’. Next it was because Omi found a ‘girl friend’. After they broke up, Omi was ‘too vulnerable’, on and on until one day Omi handed him the perfect opening. Handed…Yohji laughed at the play on words. Nope he wouldn’t miss drunken, whiny Aya one bit. On second thought, those nights usually ended in a sloppy make out session on the couch with some very heavy petting. He could have taken advantage of Aya on those nights but even though he was drop dead gorgeous and had no tolerance for liquor, the man was completely head over heals for the youngest member of the house. Yohji didn’t like sleeping with people who were in love with someone else. Especially when he actually cared for both people involved. He’d done that a time or two in the past and it was way bad. See, even playboys have a few morals, he joked with himself. Finished with the laundry, Yohji turned the corner to find that the couch was now empty. He considered climbing up to Ken’s room and throwing him down on the bed for a repeat show but decided to let him have some space and went to the kitchen for something to eat.

Ken walked to the main rooms of the house. He found Aya and Omi cuddled together on the couch watching TV. Aya was sitting sort of sideways. Omi was tucked between his legs leaning against Aya’s chest. Aya had one hand mindlessly massaging the inside of Omi’s thigh as they watched some average Sunday morning programming. Well, at least they still had their clothes on. He went on into the kitchen. There was Yohji playing at making some breakfast.

Yohji looked up at Ken and nodded. He looked around behind Ken to see if anyone was behind him. The coast was clear. “Your stuffs in the dryer. Should be done soon.”

“Thanks.” Ken picked up an apple form the counter and then hopped up onto it right next to where Yohji was working. His bare legs and feet dangled a bit from the height. I’m not really doing this, I’m not really doing this, he nervously repeated to himself. He leaned on one hand and peered at the apple as he spoke, hoping to god he sounded confident and strong not nervous and weird, “So, what was that last night?”

Yohji shrugged his shoulders without looking at Ken pretending to be engrossed in making a cheese sandwich. Well, I could just blurt out that I want to through him down on the ground and take him like some kind of wild animal? Ya that would be well received, he mocked internally. He moved away and put his food on the table. When he turned back Ken’s foot landed firmly in his crotch right against his cock.

The two boys stared at each other. Ken squirmed his toes a little against Yohji’s delicate organ as he chewed his apple.

Oh this is a nice turn of events Yohji quipped at himself. He appreciated Ken’s aggression suddenly very glad the boy wasn’t so shy as Omi. He liked this kind of playful fire in his lovers. He reached down and pushed the foot tighter against his body.

Ken gulped as he decided to take the plunge. “I know what I want. I just need to know what you want?” Oh god that sounded stupid! He’s going to fucking laugh at me I know it!

Yohji pushed the foot away. He slowly placed his hands on the bare knees and spread them apart keeping his eye’s locked on Ken’s. His hands slid up Ken’s thighs as he stepped in between them. His fingers crept up under the hem of Ken’s shirt to find some bare flesh. Leaning close to Ken’s ear he whispered, “I want to funk you until you scream.”

The apple fell to the counter and bounced before plummeting to the floor. Ken stopped breathing as soon as he felt Yohji’s fingers’ tentative brush against his skin. His body suddenly felt like lead, his eyes were only half lidded with Yohji’s intoxicating presence. Electricity spread in a fine web over Ken’s skin as Yohji spoke. He closed his eyes and just let Yohji wash over him, “Oh, God,” he breathed. Ken pulled himself forward to feel Yohji’s body against him.

Yohji slid his arms around Ken easing their bodies into fuller contact. He breathed heavily into Ken’s neck letting his lips ghost over the sweet flesh. He felt Ken’s hands clench at his sides. Oh, yes he was driving the boy mad. Serves him right for being so damn fuckable. He drove into Ken’s mouth and roused the boy’s tongue into a fierce battle. Yohji pressed Ken hard against himself. He could feel the boy’s body rocking rhythmically against his, making a light thrusting motion. This was hotter than he had expected. Ken’s legs wrapped around Yohji’s middle. Small grunts and heavy breathes escaped as they wrestled roughly with each other.

“Bedroom, now!” Yohji demanded between pants.

“Ungh” Ken replied, slipping off the counter and nearly falling to the floor. Only Yohji’s tight grip kept him upright. They moved as one up the stairs to the bedrooms. Ken was in front with Yohji attached to his backside gnawing at Ken’s neck, hand glued to Ken’s stomach the other mercilessly kneading at his ass. Ken started to enter in his room and felt Yohji pushing him onwards. A strong hand began ridding his fresh erection.

“Unh un, my room has the proper supplies.”

Ken was gasping for air, “Fuck, Yohji,” he groaned, “we’re not even going to make it in there if you don’t stop pumping me.”

Yohji smiled and pushed Ken on to his room.


~TBC~


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