Schoolboy Crush

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone much less Aya, Omi, Yohji or Ken.


Chapter 8

Ken’s eyes flickered open. Fuck, what time was it? He began searching for the clock he kept by his bed but this wasn’t his bed. He surveyed the room. Oh. Yohji’s room. He turned his head to see a naked body next him. Red hair. Oh. He suddenly recalled the earlier events, Yohji fucking him senseless while Omi and Aya…. Oh! …. Ya, I am definitely going to hell. Aya stirred next to him. Ken shifted nervously to allow Aya more room. He lay still on his back looking up at the ceiling. Man this is fucked up. What the hell am I doing here, lying in Yohji’s bed alone with Aya? Aya made a sleepy little groan and rolled closer to Ken. Ken felt Aya’s lips brush his shoulder and warm breath falling over him. It was such a small connection between them but it made him long for more. He debated laying still and just ignoring his desire to turn to Aya. What if I just look at him? Maybe that would be enough. Ken’s head turned towards Aya. The long beautiful body lay serenely beside him. Aya’s chest gently rose and fell beckoning to him. Bad idea. Now he really wanted to feel Aya. The luminous skin begged to be touched. He wanted to reach out and feel just how smooth and silky Aya really was. His choice was taken away when, a long graceful arm reached out and wrapped around Ken’s waist pulling him close. Ken felt a heavenly brush of lips followed by a hot tongue slowly filling his mouth. His stomach tightened as he melted into Aya’s mouth. This feels so good.

“Good morning, Ken,” Aya moaned as he let go of Ken’s lips.

“I think it’s afternoon or possibly even evening,” Ken replied, breathless from Aya’s hot kiss.

Aya smiled the wickedest smile Ken had ever seen as his hands surreptitiously roamed Ken’s body revealing secret nodes of pleasure even Ken was unaware of.

“Time does fly when you’re fucking you roommates,” he drawled with his low sultry voice.

“ya, speaking of…”

“They snuck off to the kitchen a bit ago.” Aya’s eyes peered deeply into Ken’s.

Ken felt helplessly trapped by those violet orbs. Right now of Aya told him to stop breathing he would do it.

“Aya…”

The redhead pressed a chaste kiss to Ken’s lips. With a sigh he sat up and stretched li cat cat. “Guess we should clean this up.”

Ken nodded in agreement and slowly got his body to move. The two boys stood and began removing blankets and sheets. They threw them into a pile in the hallway.

“Com on.” Aya grabbed Ken’s hand. “Let’s wash up before we take all that shit to the basement.”

*****

Omi happily hummed as he cut up vegetables into reasonable hunks. Yohji watched him from the stove. He had had an incredible view of the boy in the throf pof passion last night and images of that sweet face gasping for air, riding wave after wave of pleasure was making him hot. He kept making excuses to walk past the boy thus giving him prime opportunity to feel him up. He’d let his hand settle on Omi’s hips as he excused himself and ‘brushed’ past. Oh look, my water glass is empty, time for another Omi feel. As he approached, the boy turned blocking his way. Omi smiled up innocently placing a hand low on Yohji’s stomach almost against his…

“Oh, excuse me Yohji-kun, let me just get this.” Omi said as he pressed up against Yohji and reached behind him to grab for something on the table. As he pulled back with the salt container in one hand he smirked at Yohji. Then his hand strayed down and across Yohji’s growing length as he coyly turned away. Yohji wasn’t the only one who could tease.

Mmmm this feels like a challenge. Yohji decided to go to the next level. He changed his plan and pushed Omi up against the counter pining the boy in place as he reached above him to open the cabinet.

Omi grasped at the counter as he felt the hard body grinding into his behind.

Yohji grabbed two glasses and let the boy free only to suddenly turned around and do it again. He looked down into Omi’s sweet face as he reached into the cabinet. “Sorry , love, need one more,” he grinned.

Omi felt Yohji move away and went back to chopping vegetables. Ok if he wants to play we’ll find out who’s the king of the teases. Omi checked to see that Yohji was occupied with the noodles at the stove before he tossed a large piece of broccoli under the table and let the knife make a large chopping sound on the cutting board. “Oh damn it,” he yelled and looked down under the table.

Yohji turned to see the distressed boy fretting over the broccoli under the table.

“Yohji would you get that so I don’t have to wash my hands?” Omi innocently whined.

“Sure.” Yohji removed the chair and bent over to reach under the table.
He felt a fleeting hind rub his exposed rear. When the man came back up he was met by a grinning Omi.

“Yes, thank you Yohji, that was quite beautifully done.”

Yohji winced. He’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book. No wonder the boy was a good assassin. He was a completely believable liar. “Shit!”

Triumphant Omi threw up his hands and spout out, “I AM the tease master! On your knees amateur!”

As you wish Yohji secretly answered.

Omi didn’t really expect Yohji to do it. But suddenly Yohji’s head was even with Omi’s waist looking up into Omi’s face. His hands were on Omi’s hips pulling Omi’s sorts down. Omi gasped as Yohji slid his eager mouth over his half hard cock. Omi took hold of Yohji’s head as the man began to suck him. Oh God, how he liked to win!

*****

Aya turned on the hot watnd dnd drug a hesitant Ken inside.

“Ok, honestly, Aya, I’ve never done the shower thing…”

“You hadn’t done the guy thing either but that didn’t stop you?” Said Aya as he took the soap and began lathering Ken’s body. Ken watched as Aya seamed to thoroughly serious about washing him. It was weird. It kinda felt more intimate than having sex. He let Aya’s soapy stroking continue as his mind wandered. Just where was all this was going? Aya and Omi, him and Yohji, Aya’s mind numbing kiss good morning, and now here this… As much as he liked the feel of Aya rubbing him down he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt his friends. The more he thought the more confuse and worried he became.

Aya frowned and offered the soap to Ken. “You don’t look happy.”

Ken took the bar and began to work on Aya’s sleek body. “I don’t know. You and Omi have been together for a while now and Yohji’s way experienced but I just…this is like…it’s just so… complicated.”

Aya pulled the soapy body under the spray of water with him. They stood close to one another gently touching to help hurry away the soap. Ken found himself in Aya’s arms again looking into those deep violet eyes. His head tilted back instinctively as the man leaned in to kiss him. It was so much like an electric shock that he swore his body twitched as they came together. Ken moaintointo the kiss as he felt Aya slip a hand between them to stoke him.

Aya released Ken from the kiss and looked into his questioning eyes. “You’re wondering if this is ok, if it’s going to hurt Omi or Yohji if I touch you like this.”

Ken was panting and feeling quite unsteady on his legs as he nodded yes.

“If it feels so wrong then stop me. Stop me from touching you, stop me from kissing you, stoop me from wanting you.” Aya took his mouth again delving deeply into the velvety softness of Ken’s mouth.

Aya’s hand sped up causing Ken to fall back onto the shower wall for support. He couldn’t, he couldn’t stop Aya. He didn’t want to. His mind danced from Aya to Omi to Yohji. He wanted them all. Ok they were adults. They can work this out. God I hope this works out. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Aya making a light fist and began to sliding up and down Aya’s hard cock.


*****

Omi leaned back against the counter and let go of Yohji’s head. He made a gasping whimper as he let loose in Yohji’s mouth.

Yohji drank every drop of Omi. When he was done he stood up. Regarding the breathless boy he ran his fingers over his mouth as if to catch any stray liquid and asked, “Who’s the amateur?”

Omi just looked at him with glassy-eyed satisfaction and grunted. He was just happy to be able to stand after a blow like that. Yohji’s jaws were like a fucking vacuum cleaner. How on earth would he get him back for that? He pulled his shorts back up and dumped the bowl of vegetables into the tempura batter.

Yohji chuckled and sat down in the open chair. He was feeling pretty confidant that he had just turn Omi’s world upside down and stole the short-lived victory right out from under the boy. Oh, it was going to be fun having three little playmates in the house. He worried a little about Ken, though. This would probably be a little strange for him. I’ll just have to take extra special care of him, Yohji thought.

Omi turned and saw that Yohji’s mind was drifting from the present. His revenge suddenly loomed in front of him. He put on his best I’m an innocent kitten look and reached forward taking Yohji’s shoulders into his hands. “What’s up?”

“Huh? Oh just thinking about Ken.”

“Unhuh…” said Omi as he began to knead his fingers slow and steady. He looked into Yohji’s sparkling eyes.

“I just hope this isn’t too much too soon for him.”

‘Mmm,” nodded Omi as he crept a little forward and dug his fingers in a bit harder.

Yohji closed his eyes and grimaced, grunting at Omi’s strong fingers. He felt himself starting to melt. His body gently rocked as Omi pulled on him. There was suddenly a heavy weight in his lap. His eyes opened in time to see Omi’s face closing in for a kiss. Omi ground his hips into Yohji’s lap creating an insane amount of friction between them. “You bastard.” Yohji groaned.

Omi thrust and throbbed ast Yst Yohji. “Fuck you looser.” He growled at Yohji. “I’m not giving up my ‘tease master’ title for one little blow job. I can play this game for days!” Omi writhed on top of Yohji causing the man below him to grab Omi’s hips and push back against him. They both panted and grunted pushing hard against each other. Omi lowered his hands to Yohji’s chest and mercilessly teased Yohji’s nipples. Yphji hissed as the pleasure. Omi panted and sucked on Yohji’s neck. Then made his final move. “Oh Yohji. You’re soooooo haaaard.” Omi cooed into his ear with a heavy sex laden voice. He could feel Yohji speed up beneath him. “ooooooh baby…. you make me want to cum again….” Omi interspersed high-pitched moans and pants right in Yohji’s ear as his ass wiggled on Yohji’s lap. “Yeesssss … yesssssss oh baby don’t you want it?”

“Oh shit, Omi…” Yohji cried. He wanted it. He wanted Omi down on the ground and screaming for more. He was terribly close to erupting inside his pants.

“Oh look the noodles are done!” Omi stood up suddenly, his voice perfectly bright and normal.

Yohji sat in the chair and stared at Omi with disbelief.

“What?” Omi said with an innocent cock to his head. He went back to finishing the meal content to let Yohji sit and suffer from his revenge.

Yohji looked down and his over stimulated body, just as Aya and Ken appeared in the kitchen.

Aya smiled at the sight of Omi skipping around the kitchen. Then he saw Yohji. He shook his head knowing all to well what had happened.

Yohji lifted his face to Aya’s. “You boyfriend is a god damn tease.”

Aya grinned, “Ya? Well, Yours isn’t.”

Ken came around the table. “Damn Yohji, that looks…painful.”

“Food’s almost ready so um…maybe you guys should go, you know, take care of things before we eat.” Omi tittered.

Ken looked at Yohji with sympathy and took the near catatonic man by the hand to drag him away.

Aya sidled up behind Omi and wrapped his arms around him. “You are so evil.”

“You would know,” Omi grinned.

*****

Note from craxy: Oh my, did you think we were finished? Ha ha ha ha ha hha ha hahahahhaha *hack* *wheeze* *hack* There is still way to much fun to be had. So thanks for the lovely reviews. You all are, too, kind!
Sorry for the freafreading failures, cross my heart I will do better.
When I find the time I will go back and edit. Thanks again!