Schoolboy Crush

Chapter 9

Ken ushered Yohji into the bathroom not sure why he should bring Yohji in here much less close the door.

Yohji plopped down onto the toilet with a painful groan. He opened his pants to relieve his source of discomfort sighing as he freed himself from his confines. He lazily fondled his engorged cock.

Ken found himself leaning on the sink staring into the mirror. Was that the same person he had see the the mirror yesterday morning? His life was spinning and twisting all around him changing constantly by the hour. Never in wildest fantasies had he even dared to even approach the reality he was now living. He felt Yohji’s hand slide between his knees firmly curl around his leg. It could have been a sexual advance but it felt more reassuring than anything.

Ken’s sudden pensive quietness caused Yohji to move his attention form himself to the younger man. “Ok kid?” he asked.

“Well, in the last twenty-four hours I started my first gay relationship, followed by my first foursome, been drug into the shower and jacked off by my best friend’s boy friend, while said best friend was molesting the man who just took my virginity and now I’m standing in the bathroom charged with the task of completing Omi’s harassment.”

“Sounds like a good Saturday night to me.” Yohji grinned giving the back of Ken’s thigh a good squeeze.

Ken pulled away and fell back against the wall with an impatient sigh. Not everyone had Yohji’s propensity for sex. He slid down until he was sitting on the floor head in hands waiting for the bombardment of conflicting emotions and thoughts to clear. One moment he was convinced that what was happening was fine, that he liked/wanted to be here. Then in the next moment he felt lost and confused scrambling just to breath. Yohji’s presence tugged at his awareness. He was glad to be with just Yohji right now. It felt as normal as anything could, given the recent developments. Yohji had always been a comforting presence for him.

Yohji slid off the toilet seat and kneeled in front of Ken. He gave Ken a sympathetic look. It really was a lot to go through in one daye ime imagined Ken’s past relationships and sexual encounters had all been fairly sedate and average. What could he say or do to help him? He brought Ken’s hands down and held them so he could see into Ken’s eyes.

“I know it’s…. different from your average relationship but…how could it not be?” Yohji searched through his thoughts. “We’ve held each other’s lives in our hands, watched horrible massacres together, performed horrible massacres together. Who’s going to get that? Who else in this world is going to understand what w don done or believe what we’ve done for that matter? Weiss is over, yet we’re still here, living in this house and pretending to be florists. We can’t break away from each other…. I don’t think we ever wanted to.”

Ken looked up at Yohji feeling the weight of his worlds. It was true, he never wanted to be away from these men, especially Yohji. They knew everything about him. Being intimate with them should be natural. He felt the longing and desire to be close to Yohji, to all of them, surge inside him.

Yohji could not tell what the boy was thinking. Was he just being a sentimental fool, thinking that there was more here than four guys just fucking around? Had he pushed Ken to reluctantly submit to his own desire? He had to offer him a way out.
“So,” Yohji continued. He raised a hand to Ken’s face, “What do you want?”

Ken let a moment of silence wrap around them. Yohji was staring intently at his face, the feel of his thstrostroking Ken’s cheek drawing the young man to him. “I want you to kiss me.”

Yohji took Ken’s soft lips between his own. It was sweetly intoxicating, how their tongues made slow delicate contact. The give and take of their mouths filled Yohji with a need to care for Ken. He wanted to sweep Ken up into his arms and hold him forever.

Ken pressed forward, sliding his hands up Yohji’s thighs to his hips. He pushed him back and down against the cool tile floor. He let out a soft moan as he settled his body against Yohji’s. It felt good to have the man under him. Hands stole under his shirt to caress the small of his back sending tendrils of pleasure shooting from his spine. He grazed his hot mouth over Yohji’s neck and jaw, not really kissing just touching, breathing, inhaling him. He urged his clothed hips to ride against Yohji’s free member. Yohji seized beneath him grabbing Ken’s ass tiy, py, pushing back, gasping for air. Ken moved faster. He wanted to make Yohji cum to feel the power and thrill of pleasing him completely. He ground hard against Yohji pushing up with his arms so that the weight of his body rested firmly on Yohji’s hips as he pulsed against him.

Yohji forced out hard guttural noises as he pushed back against Ken. Oh God….feels so ….good was not the word but it was the only one he could think of in the frenzy of sensations. It was amazing how rough and fast Ken was moving against him. Just a little more…just a little harder. As he felt his eminent climax arriving he clutched Ken’s head and kissed him hard thrusting his tongue in deep to taste him. He grunted into the kiss as he released sending warm waves of liquid against both of their chests. He relaxed against the cool tile floor bringing Ken down with him. “God, you’re amazing.” He held Ken close as the tingling of completion traversed his limbs.

Ken could feel the current of Yohji’s climax charge ugh ugh the body beneath him. Strong arms wrapped around him. They lay on the bathroom floor in surrounded by each other. This I will never change my mind about. Ken kissed Yohji’s neck, “Don’t let go,” he whispered.

Yohji tightened his embrace. “I won’t.”

Moments later they were sitting in the kitchen eating and laughing with their friends.