Falling In Love With You

Chapter 6

Fast Slapping Love

By EdenEight

“It says here you’ve requested an enema.” Their doctor said lazily pointing to the chart he held behind the desk at which he sat with them both slouched into their chairs. He was equally as old as their first doctor, probably because they’d die off soon or already made enough money in life they didn’t have to worry about career options with kritiker. Either way he had much of the same attributes; Balding, that receding hairline was just racing to find the back of his neck, A rounded face, much softer than the first one with a pudgy nose and small eyes. His head kinda looked like a cookie, or dough pastry not yet backed. The skin was no longer tight, and there was a gentle kindness in the man’s eyes that said he simply didn’t mind his age and it’s effects.

“Ah.” Omi instantly looked confused and side glanced at him for a second before shaking his head. “Ah-no. I didn’t request it.” Omi said in not the firmest tone he’d ever heard but at least he wasn’t quiet. “Can I-can I see my chart.” Omi asked sitting up and extending a hand for it before opening it with the same eagerness he’d seen in the boys eyes when he’d investigated criminals. “These- I never requested any of this stuff.” Omi frowned handing it back after a minute. “And the details look a but…. Exaggerated to me.” Omi said keeping it polite. I warned him before we went in that they were still doctors, and what doctors fear most are lawsuits so they all cover each other’s backs; All of them, even if they aren’t at 100 percent agreement with each other.

“Exaggerated.” The man repeat thoughtfully before flipping through the pages. “Do you mind if I speak freely Mr. Tuskiyono?” The doctor asked not unkindly.

“Sure. And call me Omi.”

“Omi.” The doctor corrected himself. “Half of your entire record seems rather exaggerated to me, and this is not meant to insult your previous physician’s professional opinion it’s just that in any skill everyone proceeds with their own opinion. They’re own way of doing business so to speak and I proceed with a bit less…enthusiasm. If you could call it that.” The guy said chuckling a bit and Omi broke a polite smile but was quiet. “So as far as I am concerned in a week you can come back in for your physical and we can run through this together and see how you feel about it and how we should proceed from there. However, I am going to leave you scheduled for prior appointments and beginning upon next weeks visit, we’ll start with a clean slate and run from there.”

“Ok.” Omi gave a fast nod and I instantly frowned.

Say something.

Say something.

Say something-my mind argued watching him from the corner of my eye noting how his shoulders had firmed up and his mouth had pinched at the corners with the news but still…. Still he wasn’t saying a damn thing.

“So it was very nice meeting you.” The doctor said after briefing Omi on a few more things and finally standing to shake his hand. “And Mr. Kudou, a real pleasure.” I shook his hand as well before following Omi out the door.

“What was that?” I asked as we started leaving.

“What was what.” Omi repeat irritably.

“You didn’t say boo. I thought you didn’t want the procedure?”

“I don’t.’

“So?”

“So.”

“Fine.” I spit watching Omi distance himself about a foot and a half in front of me so I could see just how tense he was and slowly getting worse. Like he just needs or maybe wants me to disappear so he can think this through or have a moment to himself, but I drove so we’re both taking my car back to the shop.

We both climb in and he’s busy keeping his eyes from me and his face from me so I am left in this dramatic suspense. It sucks. He’s so hard to read, but I know he’s upset the way his fingers are playing with my car cigarette lighter. Pressing it playfully so it doesn’t pop in and heat up, but gives him something to press.

“Your not coming.” He deadpans after several minutes of silence.

“I wouldn’t have to stay in the room the entire time.” I offer. I don’t tell him I still don’t want him to go alone. I don’t like the way he flinches from even this guy like a wounded dog. Like he can no longer trust anything they’re saying or remain in their presence comfortably. “Omi? I don’t have to.”

“At all.” He states before turning to me and pressing the lighter a bit quicker. “You’re not coming at all.”

“But I wouldn’t have to stay with you the entire time.” I repeat.

“Then you wouldn’t really need to come would you.” He counters jamming the little button in and glaring at it as it starts heating.

“I could just…hold your hand, be there in the beginning.” I say ignoring his knee which starts bouncing as he scoffs and sits glaring at my heating lighter with his arms crossed over his chest. “For support.” I add.

“Can I smoke?” he suddenly switches topics. “Do you mind if I smoke?”

“You smoke?” I yell shocked.

“Once or twice I have. Can I?”

I grunt and shake my head, I don’t like the new topic, and I don’t like him ignoring what I’ve said. “Glove compartment. Use the ones in the blue box. They’re non-addictive.”

“Non-addictive?” Omi repeats surprised. He must not have known they made them.

“Yeah.” I grunt and he pulls one out and uses the lighter to take his first puff before replacing everything holding the stick like a novice trying to hold it like he goes through three or four packs a day. He’s quiet after cracking the window and smoking the stick through like he’s wishing it were grass and would make this easier. His hand is still trembling a bit and there’s still that tight pinch to his lips that keeps him quiet because it messes with his voice and gives away how upset he is; but his shoulders have relaxed. I watch him glance to the left as we pass a familiar street, like he’s almost wishing we’d turn down it and he could go and see Rei. I think he’s still too embarrassed to be honest with me about everything and it’s making me irritable.

“I am going to take a shower.” He says the second we pull in and I stop the car. Then there’s just the butt of his cigarette left behind because he’s quick when he wants to be and I have nothing really to say to him. I don’t know how to state that I am uncomfortable with him being secretive, when I am too uncomfortable to say it.


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“What is this?” Ken asks confused, stopping at the kitchen table where I sit.

“Baked Ziti.”

“Not that. This.” Ken says pointing to the small pool of water before taking a step back as another drip falls into it from our ceiling. “What the hell?”

“Our shower has a leak.” I explain simply.

“Yeah but only if the waters running forever.” Ken argues. “Don’t tell me it’s gotten worse because you know how hard it is for us to get a plumber up here. Not only that, but I don’t really want them pulling apart the kitchen either.” Ken grumbles with his head now in the fridge.

“It’s in the oven.” I state and he moves to the oven and pulls out the rest of the ziti. “And the water’s been on for forty minutes.” I sigh and he shakes his head popping a dish into the microwave before turning to me.

“Well. Go tell him to get out of the shower before Aya does.” Ken says giving me one of those frown-y looks. Like the one he gave me when he wanted me to drive Omi to the doc back then. Or the one he gives me all the time when he sees us pass each other without a word even though we’re in this ‘relationship.’ Like Omi said that night we were together, Ken and Aya would hear and they did. The next morning we got all sorts of looks, non-too negative, mostly curiosity and confusion because I had always said I was straight; but I do believe with a little alcohol or the right person anything’s possible.

“Fine. I’ll tell him.” I sigh standing up and leaving the ziti I know he’ll eat, and head up the stairs before stopping because Aya’s already at the door.

“Omi! Get out of that shower! You’ve been in there long enough!” Aya yells giving the door a few knocks, which are more like bangs.

“What!” Omi yells back and I smile and shake my head knowing he’s just playing around.

“Get out of the shower now!” Aya repeats thinking he wasn’t loud enough.

“I can’t hear you with all the water running Aya-kun!” Omi yells back, and I can hear the laugh in his voice, but Aya’s becoming more annoyed.

“Omi! Open this door!” Aya yells uncrossing his arms and moving closer to the door.

“O-Kaaay!” Omi singsongs before the water stops and the door opens a bit. “Hey!” Omi snaps practically laughing when Aya tries to shove it in more. “I am naked in here Aya-kun!” Omi exclaims. “Unless you were trying to get in here with me.” He continues and Aya takes a step back fighting mental images he never never wanted. “So what were you trying to say?” Omi asks innocently even though he’s doing all of this on purpose to screw with Aya because he’s secretly irritable.

“Your shower should be twenty minutes and no longer.” Aya states irritably.

“Ok.” Omi nods shutting the door before calling back a “Twenty minutes! Gotcha!” and Aya starts stalking from the door and right for me. He slows a bit as he catches sight of me, latching his eyes on like their little hooks and scolding me. Like this is my fault, like I’ve made Omi this way when really he’s always been a wise ass. I think I am just the only one whom saw it.

“He’s just ornery Aya.” I sigh. “You know bad day? Normal people get those!” I call to him as he just walks past me and down the stairs and I head to Omi’s room to tell him how much shit he’s giving me irritating Ken and Aya.

I knock once before stepping in and he’s there in a towel drying his hair with another one and giving me the innocent face he just gave to Aya. “What the hell was that all about?” I ask sending him a look.

“What was what.” Omi asks giving me a dirty face in return.

“Omi.” I snap because having him repeat my questions back to me is as annoying as it is retarded. “You’ve become like an entirely different person since we left the docs.” I say. “I understand you’re annoyed, but why am I taking the heat? I can understand Aya and maybe Ken but I don’t think I deserve any shit.” I say referring to the dirty looks I’ve been receiving since we’ve come home.

“Oh well.” He says lightly shrugging. “I guess I have multiple sides than Yohji-kun.” He says with the smug tone that’s been hugging all of his words since we’ve returned. I start leaving. “Where are you going?” He spits sounding even more annoyed.

“To call Rei and ask him for advice.” I say with a coy grin because I know that’ll get him and it does.

“You wOuld!” He instantly yells throwing down the clothes he’s holding. “Just go and call him and Ask him what you should do! Instead of Figuring it out for yourself!” He yells at me slamming his dresser door shut and ripping open his closet. “That’s so much easier than just talking to me about it!” He snaps.

“I’ve tried! What have you told me all day! Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!” I snap slamming his door behind me and he scowls. “What! Do I have to do keep asking you? Buy you a gift? Do a little song and dance to get you to be honest with me!” I yell.

“NO! Of course not Yohji. That would require some effort on your part and That’s what Rei’s FOR!” He yells before I stomp forward and shove him. He trips and falls right into his closet like I wanted him to before I slam the door shut. “Yohji!” He yells at me from inside.

“You’re lying to yourself if you think I am not giving you attention Omi. Or effort. Or love.” I whisper to the door. “You think coming with your today wasn’t effort? Or attention? You think wanting to come with you next week isn’t love?”

“Let me out.” He demands.

“No.” I spit.

“Yohji. Let me out.”

“No. Damnt I can’t stand it when you do this to me. This guilt trip shit. Don’t do it.”

“Yohji-kun open the door please.”

“No. I am going to stand here and figure this out while you wait. So I know what to say to you when I see you. Omi if your going to be a lover you have to be courageous. Have a little faith in me damnt.” I grumble running through everything in my mind. Since we got home. Since he saw the doc, since I whacked him off he’s been irritable. Just plain annoying and rude. All of his comments wise and sarcastic, all of his actions insulted. I just don’t get it.

“Yohji-kun.” He whispers and his voice is a bit strained. “Let-let me out.” He begs. “Please-please let me out.”

“No.” I mumble before frowning. “Or do you think I should go call Rei and ask him why you don’t want to stay in there.” I say smugly.

“No, I’ll tell you.” He sounds eager to talk now. “I am claustrophobic.”

“Claustrophobic?” I repeat ignoring the sound of his labored breathing.

“Claustrophobic.” He repeats up against the door as close as he can get breathing kinda heavy.

“Well your closets not that small.”

“It-it seems very-very small.” Omi whispered gasping. “Please (pant) Let me out (pant)”

I open the door and he shoots out and directly into his dresser hanging onto the top as he fights to catch his breath.

I slowly shut the door.

I can’t believe he’s really claustrophobic. He’s shaking where he stands, hanging onto the dresser with his forehead leaned into it swallowing and gulping like a fish out of water before sending me a shaky glance once he has his air back under control. I just stand there watching as he tries to straighten up and ignore this happened. The tight pinch is back to his mouth now even stronger than before. His shoulders look like weights he has to carry, and slowly he walks to the bed as though he’s just been told one of us died. He starts sitting down before quickly changing his mind and pulling a dresser drawer open before ripping a shirt on and running a hand through his hair reaching for the headphones.

“Oh no you don’t.” I snap ripping them from his him and giving him that little nudge that sends him sinking to his butt on the edge of the bed looking up at me. I just let my hands fall to his shoulders and start massaging them. “I didn’t know you were claustrophobic.” I say gently.

“I am.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know.” He says letting a soft smile grace his face and it’s the first smile I’ve seen in at least a day. I smile then too, and let my hand give his cheek a playful rub before increasing my massage so he moves and lies down on the bed so I can do his back.

“How do you deal with all the small places on our missions?” I ask rubbing up his shoulders and neck and he’s relaxing with closed eyes as he thinks about this. “I mean, you’ve been in some small ones.”

“You know our digital map?” He asks as I lean down and smell his hair causing him to giggle the way he does. So it’s deep and friendly and makes you want to hear his laugh.

“Yeah.”

“That’s why I carry it.” He says wiggling his shoulders when he catches me smelling his skin. “So I can look at it and see where it gets bigger. And that’s what I do. I just tell myself that over and over. That it‘s going to get bigger, or that there’s a door.” He says smiling as I drag my hands down his back pulling his sore muscles with me and rubbing into them. He’s so delicious every time I pull my hands down it’s like I am pulling him closer and closer to me and that’s what I want. I want him protected. I want him safe. I want to feel his body under my hands, his skin moist and soft like it is.

“Have you ever had a full body massage?” I whisper down to his ear allowing my breath to tickle him and he giggles again before shaking his head. “Hmm, maybe I should give you one.” I say thoughtfully.

“Maybe?” He asks with a laugh looking back at me from over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” I tease. “I haven’t decided yet.” He smiles as I glide my hand down his back and over his towel clad butt before down his moist thighs and back up them stopping a bit under the towel. “How sexually active were you with Rei?” I ask rubbing at the backs of his thighs and slipping a few fingers up to grace the bottoms of his cheeks.

“Sexual Enough.” He states simply.

“Did you ever have sex?” I ask slowing my massage as I lock my eyes on his face to see the reaction. He’s still under me before opening his eyes and staring at his arm for a moment.

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” I smile humming as I give his thighs a playful squeeze and run my hands under the towel to his butt and squeeze his cheeks instead. He laughs and wiggles a bit under me. I am glad to hear he‘s not a virgin, I think I would have felt too dirty to be his first. “I bet I can guess which position you were.” I tease and he rolls over smiling at me as I move up and hold my self over him. “Bottom.”

“Top.” He counters quickly and I am so surprised I don’t have anything for that. “Once.” He adds seeing the surprise. “All the other times I was bottom.”

“I like to be on top.” I blurt.

“I know.” He sighs running a hand up through my hair and playing with the strands before tugging on my neck so I’ll come down to him. I comply, and lean in and capture his lips and he wraps that arm about my neck holding me as I let my hand tickle down his side to grab his ass. He smiles. His second hand is on my back massaging as we lock lips and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth making him laugh before he stops, and I imitate. My hands were pulling apart his towel and tugging his bare legs up about my waist. In one hand I feel the soft cotton of the damp towel, and in the other the soft moisture and skin of the back of his knee. He looks startled before capturing my eyes and smiling at me. “Turn off the lights or something it’s too bright. I don’t like my legs like that anymore.” He whispers pushing against my hand so he lays flat again.

“Ok.” I nod climbing off him and flicking off his light.

“Now it just makes me-it just reminds me of our fucking doc.” He admits as I climb back over him and I am glad he told me. I am glad he admit it even though he looks uncomfortable saying it.

“It’s just me here with you. It’s alright. It’s just me now.” I whisper planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I know but still…I don’t like it. It…makes me feel awkward and naked.”

“But you are naked.” I chuckle sweetly leaning down and burring my nose in his hair and he turns and bites my ear. “Hey.” I laugh as his teeth pull at it like a puppy with a rubber ball. He’s raised his arms on either side of me and he’s holding my head, turning it so he can bite my ear further before kissing down my cheek to my nose and sucking in my bottom lip like I did to him. I chuckle and he likes the sound as much I appreciate it coming from him. His hand suddenly slaps down on my ass pressing our waists more firmly together and he groans with the contact thrusting up into me like he’s restraining himself.

He smells like soap and water and I am engrossed with the roots of his hair where most of it is trickling onto his skin. My entire face is damp from nuzzling into him as I move down and bite his neck making him cry out and then laugh. His thrusts are picking up and he’s causing me to thrust back because I can feel my excitement being rubbed.

“Are you going to make love to me?” He suddenly whispers into my ear and I smile. I pull my face from his neck to show him but he looks concerned. “I mean I want you to but, so far our relationship has been kinda gentle. I was worried you might never want to.” He confesses pulling his eyes from mine and focusing on his finger, which traces absent patterns about the skin of my chest.

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

“The way you treat me.” He whispers stealing eye contact for just a moment before focusing on my chest again. “Like you’re protecting me rather than you’re with me. You’re so gentle with me. Always holding me.”

“I like holding you. I like how it feels to have you in my arms. I didn’t mean for it to be a bad thing.” I say drawing a hand up his face and into his hair with a soft smile as I think about how I do feel like I want to protect him and how he managed to pick that up. “I am sorry. I’ll try harder.” I whisper and he smiles as I lean down and kiss his collar bone tracing it to his shoulder before moving to his nipple and his legs loosen under me, spreading and my hand instantly cups his thigh again drawing his leg up. “I like that.” I breath feeling his leg wrap around my lower back and he giggles pleased I like what he does before I start getting up.

“In my top dresser drawer.” He says pointing and I climb off him a bit and slip my hand into the drawer rummaging around before grabbing the lube I needed. He’s watching me patiently not seeming excited, and not seeming scared and for this I am relieved. I have to admit I couldn’t imagine what our first time would be like, but I am grateful it won’t contain any horrific screaming or tears. I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor with his before pausing.

“Maybe I should go take a shower.” I say but he grabs my wrist with a smile and shakes his head so I am not going to worry about. I get up and hop out of my jeans before turning to him when he starts moving.

“No, no, no.” I hush him as he starts to roll over. “Stay that way. I like to see your face. I want to see you.” I explain when he seemed a bit confused and he gives a nod as he thinks this one over watching me open the container and coat my fingers before leaning back down to him and he startles with my descent before smiling when I just kiss his forehead before situating myself over him so I’ll be comfortable. “Relax.” I whisper massaging the top of his thigh with my hand before sliding it back up his chest along side his head and shoulder to support my weight as I lean over him and his eyes keep flicking about what I am doing and what he’s doing. Watching me move, and moving himself accordingly, constantly traveling from my face to my hands, and my arms and my legs. Trying to see what I am doing without making it seem like he is, and so I stop and pull both arms to him and hug him. “You need to relax.” I whisper into his ear and he nods into my shoulder hugging back before playing with the strands of my hair near his hand as I slip mine down to his thigh and between startling him again. He just hangs onto me as I warn him my finger will be intruding by gently touching his sensitive skin and beginning. I can feel his heart beating through my chest and his breath on my neck as we lay there in his slim twin bed below his window. The light of the setting sun streaming in over us making it seem warmer than it is because everything’s coated with the kitchen color of honey.

I have my first finger inside before I start on my second and he’s a bit tense in my arms, but he’s also a bit lax. I can’t really read him, and so I imagine this is how he handled it at the docs. This calm, quiet that just let the guy do whatever he wanted and I don’t know where he gets it from. He’s so smart, and such a wise ass when he wants to be and yet sometimes when I touch his body he becomes as small as a mouse. “Omi.” I whisper and he moves a bit turning into my neck to answer me. “You feel good.” I reassure thinking maybe he’s just worried about what I am thinking and I feel him smile. “Really, you feel good. I am hard as a rock.” I chuckle and he gives me a squeeze. It doesn’t look like he’s going to say much, but at least he’s not upset. I make sure my third finger is heavily coated so it’s literarily dripping with this stuff he’s got before bringing it to him and feeding him my digit as gently as I can. I feel his calf tighten and I know he’s curling his toes tensing the parts of him away from me so I won’t become alarmed with a sudden stiffen but I know it hurts him. It would hurt anyone, even me, so I kiss his ear gently before down his cheek and what I can see of him since he’s so buried in my neck. “I know it hurts but it’ll pass.” I whisper and he nods and I shift a bit so I am comfortable trying to find his erection that’s somewhere between us. I want to know how erect he is, how he’s taking this but I can’t without putting pressure on my fingers and I don’t want to do that. “Your so hot.” I whisper to him figuring I’ll talk him into it. “So hot.” I whisper letting my tongue capture part of his ear and suck on it a bit, he shifts in my arms holding me tighter. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.” I whisper. “What does it feel like?” I hush lying down with him, and shifting more of our weight into the bed. “Does it feel good? Does it hurt a bit? Can you feel my fingers? Touching you? Loving you?” I ask bringing my second hand to his erection while continuing to nuzzle his face with my own and he nods. “MMm this feels really good.” I tell him slowly withdrawing my fingers and once they’re gone he releases a burst of air from his lungs, like if it were physically possible he would have held his breath thee entire time.

“Will you touch me a bit?” He finally speaks, whispering to me as I sit back so I can get myself inside him.

“Sure.” I nod bringing my hand to his erection, which isn’t as strong as I would have hoped, but I have to consider I just hurt him.

“Should I move my legs at all?” He asks watching me position myself.

“No they’re fine.” I reassure.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” I nod bringing my hands to cup his hipbones like their handles as I look down at him and begin slowly inserting myself. I really wish I could see his face as I start. On account I am watching my penis to make sure this is working out ok, I miss his initial expression. I can only hear his gasping and small grunts that come when he exhales. When I finally get to look at him he’s got his eyes fully open looking up with his head tipped back a bit away from me. I give him a few strokes to make this easier and it makes his right arm twitch and he bites his lip. He’s wicked tight. Tighter than I thought he’d be. He’s fitting so snug around me I am literally gasping a bit because I feel like I am feeding myself into a vice! “Look at me.” I whisper to him and a second later he gives a shaky nod but just continues looking away as I fully embed myself and start leaning down to him, so I am over him like a blanket.

“no. No.” He mutters shaking his head and laying a palm against my chest pushing me away and back up as though I will suffocate him if I come closer. He’s starting to make me worried, because he’s laying there controlling his breathing like he’s coping with something big and doesn’t want me getting close to him when I am the one with my penis up his ass. It doesn’t get much closer than this. “Look at me Omi I want to see your face.”

“I will.” He rasps as though he’s trying to shut me up so he can focus.

“Look at me.” I ask leaning down again and he stops me with his palm but doesn’t push me away. “Hey.”

“I will in a minute.” He grates

“What is this?” I ask and that’s when it hits me. Smacks me right in the face. “Jesus Christ You’re a virgin!”

“No! NO I am not!” He yells to me shaking his head as I move to pull away from him. “It’s just been a while! Rei and I weren’t on the best terms for the end of our relationship and then we tried but it didn’t work out and, and ok maybe I lied just a bit! I haven’t done it so many-

“-How many?” I interrupt.

“Just once.” He whines as though more ashamed of the number than of his lie. “But it wasn’t even, it was kinda a bit ago. Four, five months and now I am a bit worried maybe I am in over my head or….” He suddenly trails.

“How are you in over your head?” I ask and he shrugs discretely.

“Well cause you-you never know what it will be like till it’s actually happening and…”

“And you’re scared now.” I fill in for him and he grits his teeth and closes his eyes. He’s starting to tremble now be it from the emotional stress or the pain I now realize he’s in. I can’t believe he lied to me. I didn’t do any of the things I should have being he’s not as experienced as he’d like to say he is. “How am I scaring you.” I ask trying to make it sound reassuring as I shift so I can keep my position easily.

“Your-your so much bigger than Rei.” he whimpers and I’d take that as a compliment if it weren’t ruining our first night. “I didn’t think it would matter how many times we were together. That once I lost my-well-that it would be easy after that but, now, but if, well you’re so…so…” I can feel his palms patting my chest feeling how firm I am and have to be to do our job. “It’s just your so big you could just, you could tear me up because I am still, well my skin isn’t fully, if your too rough I started thinking about the doc and what he’d think when I come in and I am all sore, or red and he’ll think it’s for the wrong reasons. Or if we, if you get caught up in the-in the moment and what your doing and push too hard cause your so big…Your so much bigger than me.” Omi rasps keeping his head firmly to the side even farther from me now. “I can’t even move.” He finally whimpers before blinking as I start pulling away from him.

I’ve got nothing after that speech.

After he just slapped me emotionally and made me think about tearing out his intestines. I am going limp so I just start pulling away. I reach down and cup his legs so I don’t pull on him too hard when I leave, and he gasps startling like I am preparing to begin and fists the sheets closing his eyes terrified I am just going to fuck the hell out of him.

“You mine as well be a virgin.” I state and his eyes fly open realizing what I am doing before that’s it, I pull out and let his legs go. “You should have just told me, because you certainly don’t look cool now do you.” I say and he brings a hand to me and shoves me away from him, rolling to his side. He’s crying, first I saw the tears when he realized I would pull out, and then they came pouring from his eyes as I did. Because he thinks I’ve rejected him, and I’ll let him think that for a while so it sinks in how stupid he was.

I climb off the bed and start pulling my pants on as he sobs into his pillow drawing his blankets over himself and curling up until he’s making me feel bad no matter how immature he was.

“Stop crying.” I spit tugging my shirt on and turning to him. “Stop it.” I say swiping his clothes off the floor. “Omi stop it. I still want to have sex with you, but I am sure as hell not doing it with you like this. Now look at me.” I order but he just shakes his head from where it is in the pillow and chokes a few hard ones. His body is simply wracked with his sobs, giving a firm sound shake each time he cries like it hurts all of him all the way down to his toes. I can’t stand to see this, and know I caused it. “Stop it damnt.” I say pulling the blankets off him and he sits up startled crouching into himself and wiping at his face feeling naked and vulnerable. “Get dressed.” I say tossing his clothes to his lap and he pulls his shirt over his head still crying before slipping his boxers on and standing up. He’s moving so slow it must be because he can’t see with all the tears, because he keeps fumbling and messing up with his articles until I am putting his shorts on him myself. “Come on. Stop it, relax.” I say cupping his face and giving it a tiny shake as he nods and I take his hand and lead him downstairs to the car shoeless

He snivels thee entire time.

He sits there as I drive avoiding eye contact with me feeling more awkward than I can imagine before snapping the cigarette I offer and smoking it in long drags like he’s wishing it were grass or something. I am quiet then, I just let him have his moment to think about this as I drive to the biggest, nicest, most vacant beach I know.

I park right at the rail that separates the sand from the road and Omi steps out taking his last drag of his third cigarette before dropping it to the sand and snubbing it with the sand. “Come on.” I call beckoning him after me as I start down the beach before waiting for him and taking his hand.

“It’s very pretty here.” He finally speaks turning to me and I nod. The sun has long ago set but it’s at that moment where it’s not quite that dark here and the beach seems endless. The wind is everywhere kissing our bodies and every strand of hair and piece of clothing. It adds to the open, infinite feel because it makes it seem like everything is moving around you but civilization never comes any closer. To our left in the back is the city, not yet fully lit up, and then we’re left with endless sand and lapping waves for our pleasure and it makes me smile.

“Yeah, I come here at night sometimes because it’s quiet and it can really make you feel like you’ve left and no one can find you.” I confess and he smiles. He understands what that means, how at times he’s wanted that too. I smile and drop his hand, take a few steps away and start stripping. He’s watching me frowning confused seconds from asking me what I am doing when I cut him off.

“Take off your clothes.” I tell him and his frown gets a little bug eyed.

“What?”

“Take off your clothes.” I repeat.

“What? Here? Are you nuts! This is a public beach!” He yells extending his arms to the sand about us, the little shells that will hurt like hell once I’ve lost our shoes and the wind that plays with every strand of his hair so it’s constantly moving.

“Yeah well, hope no one comes by then. Take ‘em off.” I say again, dropping everything and moving back a bit more before simply standing.

It’s a bit scary suddenly. The wind makes me feel every inch of my body and my hair tickles my neck and shoulders as I stare back at him. He glances about my body with an obvious sex drive before returning to my eyes waiting for the something that will make this all make sense.

“How big do I look?” I ask, standing there in the sand with the black sky above me, the lights of the city behind me with nothing but the endless ocean and lapping waves to my left. He stares for a long time as my words just repeat to him, floating about me with meaning only he can understand. What I am telling him, what I am showing him, as I stand there naked. That I am just a guy like him, I am not so big. I am not going to rip out his intestines. Standing there like that I know I look small, and he’s quiet while he thinks about all of this. “Huh!” I yell to him. “How big do I look!”

“Not very big at all.” He finally says and I smile.

“You see.” I grin. “You’re the one making it so hard for yourself. All I am asking you to do is trust me Omi. Nothing more.” I say softly watching his eyes drop to the sand before snapping up as I start heading for the water. “Get your clothes off!” I call back wading out until most of my chest is hidden.

“I can’t!” He yells running forward to the where the waves are almost licking at his toes.

‘What!” I yell back.

“I-I don’t like it!” Omi yells to me, glancing about the beach like he’s sure someone’s there who can see us.

“What!” I yell. “How many problems do you have!”

“It’s not a problem!” He snaps back over my laughing. “I just don’t like it! There are sharks in it!”

“Oh my god.” I groan to myself through my smile. “Omi! Get the hell in this ocean now!” I yell beckoning for him to come and he steps back glancing around nervously before stripping to his boxers as fast as he can and running to me. “No! NO! Your shorts too!” I yell waving him back but he just shakes his head and runs faster.

“NO!”

“Well what are you going to wear home for underwear than?” I ask laughing as he gets to me his shoulders down fully engulfed by salt water.

“I am going home commando now.” He frowns making me laugh. “Stop laughing.” He snaps as I draw him in for a hug and he hugs me back shivering a bit as his body adjusts to the cool temperature and the harsh winds. “I am sorry about…what I did.” he confesses into my shoulder, and I smile into his hair.

“I’ll forgive you.” I smile. “If you make it up to me.” I tease grabbing him between the legs and he jumps and then laughs. Glancing around us as though there should be someone standing on the beach by our clothing shaking their head.

“I will.” He grins tossing his head and flicking away the little droplets that have collected at the bottom of his hair. “Just tell me what you want to do.” He snickers playing in the water now, and he really looks delicious. Like I’ve just marinated him in the earth. His tan is still there, and so are the necklaces, the little rainbow one declaring his sexuality, and the little shell one.

“I should have brought a towel.” I chuckle suddenly realizing I don’t have anything in my car but some magazines, and bags, and bandages, and stuff.

“Yeah. You should have.” He says, frowning now that he realizes he won’t be getting one so I shove him under and start swimming as fast as I can go.

“Hey!” he comes back coughing before coming after me and I can feel his smooth fingers gliding over me like silk in the water. So his body is weightless and nothing to me and I can lift him and feel him like I couldn’t do in his bed.

“Who’s bright idea was it to have sex in your tiny bed huh?” I laugh thinking about this as he hangs onto me, kissing my neck and swishing his feet in the water.

“Yours.”

“No it was yours. I remember you asking me to make love to you.”

“Yeah but you’re the one whom was actually gonna do it.” He counters pinching me so he can win and I let him go and turn him around so I can squeeze both his cheeks and hold him with his legs wrapped about my waist effortlessly because he’s weightless.

“Your such a smart ass.” I smile and he giggles. “You know what I like about your body.” I say and he becomes serious seeming eager and nervous before smiling.

“What?”

“Your legs.” I deadpan, feeling them under the water. “I like your legs.” I repeat nodding and he just shakes his head and spits some of the water from his mouth when it washes in.

“Why.”

“Cause I do.”

“Come on. Why Yohji-kun.” He demands rolling his eyes playfully before fingering his necklaces.

“Because they’re so smooth. Because they make you look so vulnerable. So helpless.” I state and he’s starting to frown. “Like you’re younger than you are.”

“You can stop now.” He spits irritably.

“No, I am being serious.”

“I know. That’s why I want you to stop.” He huffs before smiling as I plant a kiss on his nose.

“I like them because when you’re with me and I can see all of them, it seems like you let your guard down. Like your being true with me, going further than showing me your body, you’re showing me you.” I say staring into his eyes so he can’t look away, and the water lapping about his chest as he hangs onto me goes without any playful splashing. There is nothing but us, and our eyes locked together in a sea of lapping waves. “That’s why.” I finish and he smiles like I haven’t seen in a long time and hugs me. Squeezing me hard, humming while he does it like I am something yummy to eat and I can feel how excited he is.

“You know what I like about you?” He says pulling back suddenly and I can see him starting to shiver so I let him go and start moving back towards the shore.

“What.” I ask trying to think about what he could say. My hair maybe. I’ve got really nice hair, it’s soft, easy to manage, looks hot and you can do a number of different styles. Or maybe my muscular arms. They also look good. Or my eyes. Everyone’s always complimenting my eyes.

“Guess.” he says bouncing along behind me now that the waters only up to his hips and he can move more.

“I don’t know. My eyes?”

“Nope.”

“My hair?”

“Nope.” He giggles.

“Can I have a hint?”

“Nope.”

“Come on. One hint.” I say turning back to him and walking backwards to the shore holding up a finger and he grins.

“Ok. But you only get one.” I nod. “Here it is.” He says too excited to just spit it and have his game end. “You only have one.” He says grinning away as he rushes in front of me, his running legs splashing the water about his slim frame and drooping shorts. It’s a warm night and I am thankful because even with the nice weather we’re both shivering from the ocean winds.

“Ummm…” I trail. Only one. “My…lips?”

“You have two of those.” He says stopping at the shore and playing with the shells with his toes. Your top and bottom Yohji-kun. Get it? That‘s why the word is plural. Lipsss. Lips-sa!”

I groan. “Ok, I give up.”

“You can’t give up!” His head snaps up wide-eyed.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, yes I can.” I laugh and he sighs realizing the game is over, before grinning mischievously now that he gets to tell me.

“You really want to know?”

“You want me to make you tell me?” I tease yanking him to my chest by his arm and snuggling him to my body as he raises to his toes and whispers into my ear.

“It’s your cock.”

“Oh my god.” I laugh shoving him as he wiggles from my grasp and takes off down the beach laughing.

“Get back here stupid!” I yell. “This is a public beach!” He’s laughing so hard he trips and my smile washes away as I watch him fall and then examine his knee before pulling some of the shells which stuck to it away. “Are you ok?” I ask walking up to him and he nods washing the sand off with water.

“I fell.”

“I saw.” I smile taking his hand and not letting go and he turns to me and looks, really looks into my eyes and I realize how happy I’ve made him taking him to the beach. When it was late, and no one would go to the beach, and I’ve made him swim almost naked, naked if I had it my way, and now he’s playing like he used to do when he was younger, like he hasn’t in years, like there isn’t a care in the world. He’s picking up shells, and running about in the water and he’s simply glowing here. Glowing so I am envious and want some of what’s pouring out of him. So I am proud I made it so and I pull him to me and into my arm and lift him to my waist so he wraps his legs about me and kiss him slowly and gently. So from afar we’d be one of those couples consumed in each other’s mouths with our heads slowly moving because our tongues are loving each other and loving doing it.

I walk back to our clothes loving his mouth the way I want before sinking to my knees and cursing the little shells that poke me. With my right hand I drag our shirts over casting away the shells in a small area, while I hold his head with the left so he can’t stop kissing me.

I lay him back, falling on top of him and he wraps me in his limbs smiling at me, his hips thrusting up into me grinding already with an erection I can feel through his shorts and I am pulling them off as fast as I can. “What else-” he pants as I drag my jeans over and pull his lube back out. “What else do you find sexy about me?” He asks smiling as I tickle him and I lean down and start lapping at his chest, eating the salt right off his body.

“Your chest.” I huff.

“Are they sexier than my legs?”

“Nope. Not sexier than your legs.” I answer and he giggles.

“What else than?” He asks. Wrapping his legs about me as I coat my fingers and come back to him.

“Your ears.”

“My ears?” He sounds surprised.

“Yup.”

“Are they sexier than my legs?” He asks laughing before exhaling onto my shoulder as I bring a finger to him and introduce it quickly. I can feel his hot breath rolling over my wet skin and it makes me shiver as I rub my finger inside him gently. Showing him how kind I’ll be, that I won’t hurt him.

“What-what else do you think is sexy Yohji-kun?” He asks a but nervous as I bring my second finger to him and he flinches, but really there’s not too much pain because I’ve just done this.

“You ass.” I chuckle and he laughs.

“Why?”

“Because I like it.” I say punctuating my words with a hard grab of his right cheek and he wiggles laughing without sound.

“Is that sexier than my legs?” He asks squirming to taunt me as I use both fingers to fuck him making him grind into me with intent.

“Different kinda sexy.” I mutter licking up his collarbone before biting at his skin.

“Ahh! You’re biting me! You’re biting me!” He exclaims laughing so I bite harder before capturing his lips for my third finger. “Mmm.” He whines into my mouth hanging on as I use all three of them and gently work them in and out. “Ohh the third finger. I hate the third finger.” He grumbles when I release his mouth and I smile.

“What about after the third finger?” I say. “Shouldn’t you hate that more, it’s much bigger?”

“Impossible.’ He clips. “I like your cock.” he snickers before sucking on his bottom lip as I position myself rubbing down his legs in a slow massage drawing my fingers away. He’s a remarkable little assassin and only because I share his trade do I know he was in pain with the tense pinch to his features, but his body is lax and inviting still. “Yohji-kun?” I stop when he calls me and look up at him waiting for his words but he simply smiles. “I love you.”

I instantly smile as well. “Ditto.” I grin thrusting in slowly so he can cope with it and he grabs me fisting a bit of my hair and whining into my shoulder.

“It’ll pass. It’ll pass.” I whisper into his ear. “Let your muscles relax. Feel them all letting go.” I whisper kissing his ear between my words and he starts patting my back with his left hand making me smile before casting his head back with a moan so above him all he sees are a thousand twinkling stars, and all he can hear are the waves lapping at the sand.

“Ooohh I am haaaaving seeeexx on a public Beach!” He declares happily turning to me with a grin and I smile back before pulling out a bit and pushing back in. “Ssss easy.” He hisses, trying to move his legs and butt in some way it will be less painful for him, but really there’s nothing he can do.

“I am going easy. Let me know if you need me to stop.” I whisper and he nods keeping himself lax and flexible as I move myself and what I need of his body with slow thrusts.

“Rmmdo you think-what do you think is the sexiest part of Aya-kun?” He asks and I laugh into his shoulder.

“His eyes.” I mutter and he nods thinking about that.

“Are his eyes more or less sexy than my legs?”

“Hahah!” I start laughing massaging what I can of him with one hand while cupping his ass with the other so I curl him to me as I work. “Less.” I smile and he’s pleased with this.

“What’s the-sssexiest part of ken-kun?” He pants moving his hips a bit before flooring with the sensation that creates for both of us.

“ahhh his..ahh his abs.” I pant rocking us into our shirts a bit quicker, and the sand about my legs is beginning to slide away with the force.

“Are (Pant) Are those (Pant) more or (Pant) less sexy than (Pant) my legs?” He asks thrusting his hips into me now and we’re starting to pick up now that he’s adjusted and we’ve found a steady pace we like.

“Less.” I grunt thrusting in a bit harder.

“Ahh!” He cries out smiling and I do it again. “Ahh! What is the sexiest! Part! Ahh! Of Ahh! Rei?” He asks through his groans and pants and I pull back so I am kneeling holding his bottom half and thrusting.

“His! Hair!”

“I know!” He exclaims under me. “I always (Pant) loved his hair!” He cries bringing his hands to his member and working it. I was going to do that for him, but watching him is so much better.

“My god.” I say watching him under me whacking himself off in time with my thrusts. “That is so hot.” I groan and he smiles.

“Hotter than Aya-kun’s Hair?”

“Yeees.” I groan slamming into him a bit but he seems to like it.

“Hotter than Ken-kun’s abs?” He groans using his free hand to wedge himself still because I am starting to push him off the t-shirt and sand is flaking onto his body making this too exotic for me to drag it out much longer. His hair is wet and drizzling water down his face, bouncing with my thrusts, sticking to his forehead and the sand has flaked up onto his shoulders and some is on his chest, and about his shell necklace.

“Yes!”

“Hotter! (Pant) Than! (Pant) Rei’s Hair?” He asks pulling his hand away from his member to wedge himself and groaning with the loss before panting with his mouth open and his eyes closed.

“Yes! AHHH!” I cry because it’s coming close and he does too only he’s actually crying.

“Ahhh.” He’s crying, but it’s the good kind. “Hotter! (Pant) then them all TOGEeAHHHH TOGETHER!” HE screams arching into me as I thrust that final thrust while he releases and floods us with warm cum

“YES!” I cry bursting into him before slumping on top and panting into the sand, which smells warm and salty.

“ahhh ahhh ahh.” He’s groaning before hiccupping a few times, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Ahhh I haaad seeex on a beeeeach.” He moans through a sleepy smile hugging me, showering my face with kisses as his arms tremble with how weak they are. How sloppy his entire body is after going through that.

“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask after a few minutes of breathing, and his panting, and we begin to recover.

“No. I loved it. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it!” He exclaims laughing before letting his head drop back into the sand and rest. We’re just resting, still joined, and bathed in each others limbs and fluids, huffing our hot breath onto each others skin. “Yohji?” He whispers and I grunt to let him know I’ve heard. “Will you sing to me?”

“Sing?” I repeat frowning into his chest, listening to his racing heart.

“Yeah.”

“Sing what?” I am baffled.

“Anything. Just sing to me. Please.” he adds craning his head to look down at me before running his sandy hand through my hair and smacking my shoulder lovingly. Six fast smacks in a row like he’s beating a drum very fast, like he wants to get me so bad it will hurt both of us and so he must settle for this fast slapping. “Yohji?”

“I don’t know any songs.” I sigh for I am at peace resting on his body, listening to his heart and feeling his skin beneath my fingertips. I don’t need this humiliation of song.

“Yes you do.” He scolds smiling. “Sing me something, you love me don’t you?” He asks quietly and I smile into his chest.

“Course.”

“Then sing to me.”

“I don’t have to sing to you to love you.”

“But if you love me you would sing for me.” He smiles and I sigh and groan into him scanning my brain for something to sing. Something perfect. Something simple and sweet, but deep and equal to some or all of my feelings for him and I remember a movie a saw a while ago. English, dubbed over for us but the music they never touched and I could understand the song. It was simple enough being it was English I know, for my usual mission objectives require me to be semi fluent in several languages. I am not too talented, but I am not so ignorant either, and this song I could understand.

“Wise men say, only fooools rush in. But I. Can’t. Stop. Faaaaalllling in looooove with yooou” I begin quietly just barely over a hum before turning to look up at him when I feel his eyes. “Take my hand. Take my whooooole life too. But I. Can’t. Stop. Faaaalllling in looooove with yooou.” I finish smiling and he is grinning ear to ear beneath me before shivering a bit with a gust of wind.

“It’s English.” He deadpans.

“American.” I say and he smiles a bit more pleased and yet confused.

“What does it mean?” He asks, and I start laughing making him frown. “Yohji! That’s mean! What does it mean!” He cries out playfully smacking me as I chuckled over him, slowly getting up and holding his hips as I withdrawal before rubbing his thighs; massaging underneath and on top as he recovers and lays there looking up at me.

“It means I love you stupid.”

“The song says I am stupid?” He spits propping to his elbows insulted and I can only continue to laugh. “Yohji! What does it mean?” He demands flirting a pout before running his sandy hand up my arm and rubbing me softly.

“It says that our elders know we rush into things when we’re in love, but I’d give you everything I am, and my life because I can’t help myself. I can’t help falling in love with you.” I explain watching him eat up my words beneath me, his eyes reflecting the thousands of stars as he smiles. “That’s what it says. But I. Can’t. Help. Faaaalllling in looove with yooou” I sing and he giggles the laugh that I love before snapping his head to the side looking down the beach. “Yohji-kun’s someone’s coming?” He whispers nudging me and sure enough some guys coming down the beach with a flashlight. “Who walks the beach with a flashlight?” He chuckles

“I don’t-it’s a cop!” I whisper scrambling off him and he sits up.

“W-what?” He seems concerned now and comes bolting after me as I beckon for him running into the water. “Ahh the water’s cold!” He cries as I splash him. “It’s cold. Cold.” he groans washing himself off as I do the same. We scrub off fast as the flashlight suddenly shines up and catches us so we run for our clothes. I am hopping into my shorts as I fast as I can PANICKING and Omi’s laughing! “Hurry!” He’s laughing as we grab our shirts and start sprinting for the road because the cops running towards us. “BYE!” Omi yells as I hop into the car and he jumps over the side. “I HAD SEX ON THE BEACH!” He screams as I start the engine and floor down the road with Omi laughing to my right. “That was great!”

“I am starving!” I yell over the wind.


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Yeahness! I hope everyone whom read this enjoyed it, and I hope everyone whom Wasn\'t supposed to read it, isn\'t reading this now. -Heavy sigh- Anyhow, addressing last chapters baking disaster and lack of food (oven was broke) I prepared two trays of cookies for you all, so all reviewers get two cookies to make up for last week. -Smile- There are White Chocolate Chip and again some basic sugar cookies for those whom would like a little less sweets. And of course for you Jimmy-san there are some oatmeal in a small brown bag on account I know you won\'t hang about my fic for very long. lol. Napkins to the right, and there\'s milk somewhere are around here with some paper cups if you\'d like it. Please review for me! and I\'ll update soon! JA!