Falling In Love With You

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Chapter 8
Don’t You Tell Me to Deny It
By EdenEight

“At the very least it was an experience.” I chuckle ending my story as Susan shakes her head; her laugher dying to small giggles like my own.

“I leave you for a few months and these are the types of stories you have.” She muses thoughtfully. “It makes me both worried and afraid to ask what you’ve really been up to.” She says making eye contact with that teasing smile she plays so well.

“I do what I can.” I say before turning to Omi whom grunt with my words.

“Omi you must have some really fascinating stories about Yohji.” Susan perks up instantly leaving her pasta and wine to smile at the boy whom has pushed more food around his plate than into his mouth.

“Maybe.” Omi mutters giving me a threatening glance I hope to god is a tease.

“Tell me some.” She says. “Humiliating ones ” She quickly adds sitting her fork down and leaning into the table with her elbows.

“Hey now.” I say, trying not to let my voice reveal my sudden unease.

“Well.” Omi smiles sitting his fork down as well. They are taunting me with the stupid sitting of eating utensils. Using it against me. “There was this thing last week.” He says already starting to chuckle with the memory. “When we were upstairs.” Omi says laughing now and Susan already looks interested. “It was the last day of Kens soccer school for the little kids he teaches.” Omi explains.

“Omi don’t tell this one.” I shake my head slapping his shoulder, but he only grins at me and I know he is getting me back for that story I told earlier about what he said when I tried to get him up for school.

“So Ken gets this cake in the shape of a soccer ball, he ordered it and everything for the kids.” Omi continues brushing my hand off before holding it in his own. “It was pretty big too, like the size of our dinner plates, or the top of a stool.” Omi says laughing already. “So he leaves for his soccer thing and I come home from school and take a shower and accidentally-”

“Purposely” I snap.

“Accidentally.” Omi corrects and I snort. “I accidentally leave the soap bar in front of the door.”

“Who does that accidentally?” I grumble loud enough for them to hear.
“In front of the door?” Susan asks suddenly confused. “The bathroom door?”

“Yeah.” Omi nods like this is normal, this leaving of soap bars in front of doors. “So Ken comes home cause he forgot something, runs up the stairs with the cake and apparently sat it down so he could grab stuff from his room and move it to the car. Meanwhile Yohji comes to the bathroom, and comes in-comes storming in ” Omi says making fast hand movements. The little buggers actually getting into this embarrassing tale. “And wham Slips on the soap bar after he shut the door So he crashes through the door butt naked And Slam Falls flat on his ass into the cake.” Omi exclaims and Susan’s doubling over. “So. So.” Omi says choking on his words with his own laugher. “So I already know he’s dead meat and I am laughing because his whole ass looks like a frosted soccer ball ” Omi is falling to hysterics now, and I am glad he doesn’t have food in his mouth or else he’d be spitting it. “So I get forced out of the shower and to the hall dripping wet in a washcloth Because Yohji’s smeared frosting all over the Clean towel, and there I am at the top of the stairs fumbling for some excuse about how we’ll bring the cake while Yohji tries to drag it, all the frosting and crumbs, and his soccer ball butt into the bathroom preying Ken doesn’t come up.”

“Oh my god ” Susan laughs. “Did he ”

“No ” Omi almost yells. “My god do you think we’d both be here in front of you if he did ” Omi cries. “But that’s not all of it.” He continues leaning into the table now.

“Omi, Omi no don’t tell her.” I interject pulling his shoulder to me and giving him a playful hug before pinching him for encouragement, and he stops, licking his lips wanting to continue.

“Oh Yohji you can’t do that. That’s cheating.” Susan scolds. “He already started, let him finish.” She argues as I shake my head watching Omi open his mouth.

“No way.” I silence him. “Unless you also want to hear about how he wanted to lick all that frosting off me.” I say knowing it will stop him and he turns red and returns to his food quickly. Susan also notices the immediate shut down and stops begging and leans back sipping her wine. I don’t want her to hear how I left Omi to clean up the massacre and took the cake down to the baker and had him refrost it. Only Because there weren’t any obnoxious soccer ball cakes there, and there wasn’t time to cook another. I also don’t want her to know how Omi put the soap bar there because I kept jumping him while he was in the shower, and I know Omi doesn’t want her to hear how he enjoyed my cake butt for the next four hours.

“It couldn’t be that bad.” Susan finally mutters taking a sip; she really wants to hear it.

“Lets just say, that whenever we get in a fight I get accused of throwing my ass at preschoolers.” I mutter and she starts gagging on her wine trying not to spit, but Omi elbows me. He doesn’t want me going in the sex direction with our conversation.

“So.” Susan says with a tone dismissing our topic and opening the door. “Just curious but can I ask a personal question?” She says winking at me and I feel Omi’s clammy hand grip my thigh beneath the table like he’s going to hurt me.

“Sure.” I say jumping, as I get pinched and hard.

“Do you guys rotate? With like whom is in command vs. whom isn’t?” She asks.

“I have to use the restroom.” Omi says getting up and leaving me rubbing my now bruising thigh.

“Will you excuse us.” I say quickly following him into the bathroom and glancing around to make sure it’s empty with him before he turns to me.

“This is getting really personal. I feel like I am playing 20 questions in between humiliating stories about me.” Omi whispers squinting at me.

“I wasn’t going to answer.” I defend myself. “And besides you seem to have enjoyed your fair share of story swapping.” I say, but his squint only tightens.

“Look, I said we should, I said we could..” He begins fumbling for how he wants to put this. “Sex is sex Yohji. I don’t want her to move in.” He finally says and I nod drawing him to me, but he yanks away. “The yard, doing it in the yard don’t you dare tell her.” He threatens pointing his skinny little finger at me.

“I wont.” I laugh.

“And that thing, with the belts. Absolutely not.”

“Ok.” I say starting for the door with him smack up against me nuzzling my shoulder blade with his forehead. “Lets get the check.”

“And the straws. That goes to your grave.” He hisses and I laugh. “To your grave ” he counters firmly.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” I snicker snagging the first waitress I see and Susan looks ready to leave from where I spot her reapplying lipstick at the table having already straightened some of the dishes.

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“Omi.” I mutter my nose centimeters from the steamy shower curtain. “Come out.” I say gently.

“I will in a minute.” He mutters a second later and I nod.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Ok.” I leave the hotel bathroom and slip back into the rest of our room. He was doing the forty-minute shower thing, which means he’s more nervous than he’s been letting on.

“Is he ok?” Susan asks, sitting on the bed waiting for us.

“He’s a big fan of hot water.” I state unbuttoning my shirt and letting it hang about me as the shower shuts off. “You smell really nice. I can smell you from here.” I say giving her the smile she remembers me wearing every night we were together.

“And you look nice. I can see your chest from here.” She teases and I feel my ego bar start to glow a bit, the way it would if this were a video game before it grows with me wielding the dick of strength.

“He likes my chest too.” I say, as kindly as I can because I am a bit worried if she gets her hands on my chest like she used to Omi will be confused. That’s his territory; he likes my chest just about as much as his other select part.

“I’ll be gen~tle.” She sings wrinkling her nose and I snort before turning to Omi as the bathroom door opens and he stands there in a towel looking like he feels stupid because we’re both dressed. “I am just going to…powder my nose.” Susan says slipping past us both and disappearing into the bathroom so we can have a moment alone. She’s so perceptive, she knew what I wanted before I could ask.

“I am wearing too little.” Omi spits the second she’s gone christening his words with a blow to his own forehead.

“You’re wearing just the right amount.” I counter dropping my shirt to the floor so he feels better. “You little tease.” I add bringing a smile to his face as I move to him. He’s wet. I love it when he’s wet. I love it when he’s just come out of the shower. So every part smells different. So I can examine his body and memorize everything he’s changed. How some parts of his skin now taste like sugar instead of salt. How others smell simply like soap, and others smell like him hiding behind the hygiene. Every time he showers his body changes, and I just can’t contain myself because I feel this need. This eating desire to have him, to mark him as mine; as if he could have washed that fact down the drain. I need to own him, to hold him, to take my time and make sure I have him down perfectly so I can name every smell and taste again. “This is like a sharing exercise.” I state drawing him to my chest and inhaling the smell of him now. “Everything we do takes longer, and you need more patients because there’s a third person. So there are turns now. Give and take, remember to wait your turn or you’ll start pissing everyone off.” I explain.

“Is it always this complicated?” He asks murmuring his words into my chest before nipping at it.

“No. Only in the beginning.” I whisper. “After that it gets better.”

“Better?”

“Better.” I repeat running my rough palms up his smooth back before to his shoulders and squeezing them as I step back and sit onto the bed. I want to offer him control; I want him to take my clothes from me because I know he’s feeling it being he’s the youngest in the room.

“Are you toying with me?” He asks smirking as he closes in and crawls up my knees with his fingertips.

“Are you toying with me?” I counter grinning. “Wearing that damp towel like some boy toy just begging for it. Eye candy in this blah room.”

“You like what you see?” He whispers leaning down to kiss my stomach above my belt.

“Always.”

“You like this?” He asks and I feel his hand over my crotch suddenly, his second appearing on my shoulder pushing me to lay flat.

“Absolutely.” I breathe running a hand into his hair and smiling, as trickles of water cascade down my palm and onto his ear making me want to lick them off.

“Aw, these pants are so restricting.” He murmurs. “It must be torture to be wearing them.” He says rubbing me through the denim, making me hard and flirting a pout as he does it. “So tough.” He says looking up into my eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to take them off.”

“Manage.” I strain.

“But how?” He whispers teasing me again. “The zipper will jam, the button is so big for such a small hole.” He says flicking my jean button back and forth while drawing a finger up and down my fly making me nuts because he’s not touching me anymore. “I am so confused.” He giggles leaning into my crotch and breathing through my jeans so this burst of hot air runs over me and I thrust up bouncing his head back a bit. “Oh, yes you’re really stuck. Really really stuck.” He whispers shaking his head. “Perhaps if I had some scissors I could cut these jeans off you.”

“I like this pair.” I interrupt.

“Yes, cut them right off you.” He says ignoring my words and slinking his way up me so his chest is over mind and I slap a hand down on his towel clad backside and squeeze. “Don’t be so rude.” He scowls playfully.” I’ve done all I can.” He says as I throw my mouth at his collarbone and suck. “There’s simply-nooooway for them to...come off.” He says getting breathy as I massage his ass with my hands licking down his chest and twirling my tongue.

“I need to get these pants off. Are you sure there is no way?” I ask and he nods.

“Of course. I’ve already tried.” He says sincerely his voice an octave higher than normal.

“Then you seem to be rather useless in that area don’t you.” I tease and he shrugs in my arms.

“I fear so.”

I laugh at that, sometimes the words that come out of his mouth are just ridiculous. “Well perhaps you’re unable to get them off, because you’re still wearing too much yourself.” I say sliding my hand up under his towel.

“No, that’s not it.” He snaps a bit firmly and I pull my hand back easing him into me so we’re lying together before rolling him under me.

“Than perhaps it was the angle. Perhaps the manufacture did not consider how hard it would be to work a tight zipper while laying on the edge of a bed.” I grin down to him, trailing my tongue down his abs to his navel and his right arm twitches as he gasps. “I need to think of a new angle, just give me a moment.” I tease eating at his navel until he’s gasping air trying to restrain himself from thrusting into me.

“I know.” He suddenly gasps and I stop and look to him, trying to keep my insane grinning to a minimum. “Maybe if we tried stretching the fabric about the zipper it would work.” He pants coaxing me up and moving my lax form so I am kneeling about his chest with his arms up on my thighs. “Straighten up.” He orders and I do, raising a bit so I am kneeling as he tugs at my zipper playfully so the thing won’t move. He does this for a bit, making me bite my lip as he tugs and gropes, and tugs and gropes; slapping a hand down on my ass and grabbing my cheek before ripping my fly down. “I did it.” He says leaning forward and kissing my desire and boxers through the parted denim.

“I need these off Omi.” I plead because I am starting to get crazy trying to be patient but his hand doesn’t move. He just squeezes my butt again, kissing me before breathing in and offering hot air and I run my hands up into his hair pulling it back from his face and head squeezing the strands so the water runs free trying as hard as I can to keep from thrusting too hard. My hips are already moving, I can’t really stop them but I don’t want to hurt him while he’s got his neck up from the bed.

“Haha.” He giggles suddenly dropping his head back to the bed and I keep my crotch to his lips anyway, resting my hands in his hair feeling the strands that have scattered onto the duvet.
“That feels good.” He smiles jolting a bit like I am tickling him. “Wow.” He grins jolting again before opening his eyes to smile at me and that’s when we both realize together, slowly, that my arms are by his head in his hair. And we just sit that way in a confused stupor, he’s stumped and I am hard and don’t care before “HA ” He jolts snapping up under me like he’s just been zapped with a tazer. He shoves me so hard I almost fall before catching myself in an awkward slump over his legs pinning him where he is. Our eyes land on her then and color drains from his face as he pulls his legs out from under me moving farther into the bed to escape her whom stands at the edge. I notice and gracefully slide behind him so he doesn’t scoot himself right off the other side.

“Warn us before you sneak up like that.” I say chuckling a bit as Omi shifts about in my arms almost in my lap unsure of what to say and I am curious to know what she was doing to him.

“I’ll remember that for the future.” Susan smiles sliding into the sheets in a towel as well and I am beginning to feel like the idiot now that I am the only dork wearing clothes. “Yohji those jeans look so confining, we should get those off you.” She says taking hold of the slack denim by my ankle and Omi’s head snaps up like an offended animal, but he says nothing as I lean back tugging him with me so they can slide from about my waist to the floor.

Omi watches keeping each hand on each of my thighs like I am his and shouldn’t be touched but Susan simply smiles with that grace she’s always had in bed. With that bewitching sense of mind altering realm Omi and I are so close to. So close we almost forgot this was a threesome seconds ago, and she’s inches from Omi’s face breathing onto his cheek as he stares at her before jumping as she runs a hand up his chest.

I can feel how tense he is, but hey, a little erection, is like a little alcohol and I already had him drink more wine than he should before we left. I had him finish his cup and down mine while we got the check just so I could have him loose and fuzzy in the head.

“You too.” She whispers sliding her hand down to the knot of Omi’s towel and he simply licks his lips keeping his hands firmly on my thighs like he’s prepared to sacrifice for me in order to keep me untouched. “But this knot looks so tight, much too tight for my delicate hands.” Jesus she was listening to us I am mentally slapping myself and praising her at the same time That’s smart She now knows Omi and how he moves and what he says and Omi looks like she just A-bombed his brain before slapping a hand over the knot of his towel when she tugs on it. “Ohhh don’t let me hurt my hand.” She turns his modesty into something else instead of pointing out his wicked blush and nervous tremble. “Perhaps this cotton is much finer than I thought, a new angle will be needed perhaps. Or maybe, a stronger hand.” She whispers drawing mine over his and he startles before ripping his fingers up and taking my hand with them.

I shall protect the knot. I wield the dick of strength and it shall not be moved.

Susan ignores this as well and simply begins a slow glide from side to side as though she’s dancing in slow motions with her top half moving and her hips falling in second so its definitely a dance. It’s definitely turning me on because she’s wiggling, slowly shimming the towel down her top so it’s about her waist, like his, and my boxers. “Now we’re all even.” She whispers and I grin as Omi’s hand snaps up towards her breast before diving back down ashamed, but I am thrilled he wanted to touch her.

I reach out as if I am going to, waiting to see what he’ll do it, but he’s quiet so I loop my arm about her back and draw her in before flopping back so we becoming a jumble of pent up arousal. Omi’s between us and he seems confused and aroused with this. He can feel my bulge on his backside as her hands slide up and down his chest before leaning in and kissing it and he turns his head into my neck smelling my hair as though to reassure himself I am there. I take his lips, I want to drug him, I want to drink him and to have him be drunk so he won’t know her hands from mind and I rack my palms down his chest with hers. Making him spasm because everything we do now is magnified. I let my left hand run between his legs so I am there before she can get there and he doesn’t startle because he knows without question it’s my touch. In my right hand I take her breast and somersault in my mind because if there is one thing I miss with Omi its good old fashion boobs She’s going to be sore and limping by the time she gets away from me. I am squirming. Moving my hips into Omi, with both hands on her chest now, and he’s trying to get out from between us. I know he succeeds when her smooth female skin
hits my chest like a wicked shot of endorphins.

Omi is behind me now biting my shoulders as I eat at her neck, nipples, stomach, she’s so different and what I haven’t had in my hands for a long time and even when I was with women all the time Susan was always spectacular.

Omi’s teeth are getting stronger until he finally just bites me and I send a hand to him because he wants attention and I can feel him hugging me from behind like he’s on a ride he’s a bit scared of but won’t allow himself to chicken out of. oW I jolt when he bites me again, Hard and annoyed, and I pull from Susan and yank him at me so fast it startles him and to counter my fast movement he uses his body to shove so we’re wrestling for a second and I realize I won’t get him under me so easily because he doesn’t seem to want to submit. There’s something in his eyes, like he’s the one we’ll pick on, he’s the one whom isn’t fully included. So I give his body both my hands and push him down forcefully and pull his hips into my thrust with strength. He cries out with gratification, but snaps his jaw at my fingers when they get too close.

“Don’t misbehave.” I scold seductively, thrusting into him as Susan’s hands glide about me from behind. She’s kissing down my spine, kneading my chest with her hands before running her hand up Omi’s leg and under the towel and I feel him arch and jolt as she grabs his ass. He doesn’t like it, I can tell from his body the way its tensing in his right arm which is not touching either of us, and he grits his teeth as though he’s enduring this so I slap his thigh playfully, but hard enough I instantly gain his attention. “I think I am strong enough to undo this knot.” I say running a hand over the knot to his towel as I lean down over his chest like I did our first night and made him claustrophobic.
“I don’t know it’s-it’s pretty-its pretty tight.” He breathes wrapping his arms about my neck and kissing about my face as I rock into him, pushing at his body until he’s fully aroused and relaxed. He didn’t say yes, and he didn’t say no so I am not giving up. “Susan, try this knot it’s exhausted my arm.” I say nodding her over from where she’s relaxed behind us and let us have a moment, and I leave him them. Abruptly, like I yanked the umbilical of his safety and left him stranded. His eyes shoot open and his fingers reach for me, but I back away because I want her to be with him. I want him to be with her, so he can see her body and realize how beautiful she is and how good she tastes, and scream and roll with what she can do to make him feel good.

And she makes me proud again. Moving back for his chest where she’s already been so he’s not startled even though she’s between his legs and has every inch of him accessible.

I move behind her and grab her ass doing flips and circus tricks in my mind. God damn I’ve been wanting to grab this ass all night, and I know my pleasure must show on my face because I am loving it. Loving it more than I thought I would love it I run my hands up under the towel and grab her flesh, kneed it, squeeze it, lean down and bite it. I will own her ass like I used to own her ass I am so thrilled She’s wiggling Wagging it back and forth at me and I am tempted so very tempted to take her from behind I could just slip in, I don’t have to lube, or stretch, or tell her I won’t shred her bowels or get too carried away-I Just Can

She cries out my name in a giggled laugh because I am squeezing her so hard, and pulling at her skin like I want to take this ass home. Omi’s with her top half, watching me from over her shoulder but that’s all I am aware of and I decide that we did decide to enjoy ourselves tonight so I am just going to have her. That’s what we all agreed on isn’t it? I start sliding my boxers off and I vaguely hear Omi ask me what I am doing as I enjoy her with my hands and fingers and let her know what I am thinking.

“You, you can feel it at the same time.” Susan says and I am dead confused before I realize she’s talking to Omi. “Watch him, watch him.” she’s hushing as Omi lies back on the propped pillows and I begin adjusting myself. I am so excited I am so anxious I am so excited This is going to be so great I am going to have this girl-fuck this girl until she can’t say anything but my name I am going to do it I am so excited

“Ahhh.” Omi cries out suddenly and I am shocked by how powerful his voice is with my mind. I am surging with a rush of more testosterone than should be allowed at one kneeling-behind-beautiful-ass, before he wails uncomfortable, worried, and seeking me. His hand is suddenly over mine, which is gripping her hip as I start easing in. “AHHH ”

Before of course he screams.

“Christ ” I yell yanking off as Susan’s weight falls into me as Omi shoves up and bolts from under her grabbing stuff from the floor fleeing the room. The scene of the crime. Hell, he just opened the door and ran, and he can really move when he puts his mind to it.
“Where’s he going?” Susan asks looking shocked and maybe hurt that he just shoved her off and ran. Fought away from her grasp and bolt and I am speechless. “Yohji, is it ok to let him…go like that?” she asks turning to me where I sit staring at the door like I have a mind of play dough.

“…no.” I finally mutter.

“No?” She asks laying a hand on my shoulder and it’s her touch that does it. She wakes me up and suddenly I am not only worried but also mad as hell Omi just bolt.

“I’m a sorry.” I muster climbing off the bed and shrugging my shirt on. “We’re going to have to reschedule.”

“Reschedule ” she snaps insulted, and I guess she’s got every damn right to be.

“I am sorry.” I say louder. “I can’t do this now. I can’t do it without him, I have to go.” I say scanning, feeling, searching for my boxers before realizing that’s what he ran off in. My underwear. “Damn idiot.” I hiss seeking out my pants and climbing into them before grabbing all of Omi’s stuff from the bathroom. She’s wearing a shirt and her towel by the time I am done and is frowning at me with that frown I was so used to seeing on her face when we were crumbling apart and I introduced her to Robert. “I am sorry.” I say one last time, grasping the doorknob even as I try to apologize more sincerely. I just can’t right now, can’t stop and take both of her hands in mine and make her feel better about us both running out like this. I can’t calm her, or sooth her with empty words, or polite excuses, and I can’t because I can’t tell her how unimportant that is to me. How meaningless that familiar frown is when Omi ran off on me. I can’t tell her that there’s nothing of value to me in this room anymore. So I say I am sorry one more time, before slipping out and running down the hall and to the car as fast as he probably went.

Only to find out, he took it.

And he doesn’t even have a license.


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