Just To Touch

They were away at their cabin out in the Japanese countryside. No one knew where it was and it was where they went to get away after a mission. It didn’t make the female visitors of their flower-shop very happy, but they’d get over it.
Aya sat outside on the hood of his car, trying to escape some of the smoke floating around in the house. Yohji had gone on one of his many smoking binges because they had just gotten back from another mission where cigarettes were scarce and hard to find. Aya should have been used to the smell of smoke by now. He was trying to quit, but Yohji never made it any easier when he went on one of his chain smoking, gotta have nicotine sprees. Yohji would sit and smoke five to six cigarettes at a time. It drove Aya mad sometimes, but that was the least of his problems with Yohji.
Over time, he and Yohji had become very close friends. There was no denying that he and the other guys were close, but there was something that he and Yohji shared. It was a mutual understanding of loss. He had lost his sister and Yohji had lost his partner and lover. Well, Aya hadn’t really lost his sister. She was just in a state of limbo at the moment. In a coma, caused by their rival, Takatori. But he willed himself everyday not to be bitter about it. He reached into his back pocket for a cigarette, but then thought better of it. He hugged his knee up to his chest and let the other dangle. He looked up at the looming, heaving gray sky. He knew it was about rain. He could smell the deep, warm smell of rain coming for them. The grass made a slight rustling as the wind blew intermittently.
“You can’t stay out here away from me forever,” Yohji said as he flicked a spent butt onto the ground and stepped on it.
“I’m not trying to get away,” Aya said almost to himself. Aya liked the position he was in. He was an assassin and he was quite fine with it, and he had no intention of changing it. But every job had its’ price and his was loneliness. He had Yohji as a friend, but sometimes that just wasn’t enough.
Yohji stared at Aya as he sat.
“You might want to come in before it starts to rain. We’re having dinner soon.” Aya didn’t answer or move. Yohji always wondered what managed to put Aya into a funk so quickly. Aya was just moody, maybe that’s all it was. Then Aya stood and began to walk out into the field.
Yohji watched as the moderate oncoming breeze of the storm tousled Aya’s crimson hair; then he came to a halt. What was he doing? Aya looked over his shoulder as if he wanted Yohji to follow him, but Yohji never knew sometimes what Aya meant when he looked into his eyes. Aya’s eyes rarely told anyone anything. Yohji didn’t want to read too much into it.
Aya turned his head and looked into the sky. He just wanted it to rain, but at the same time he wanted something else. There was a peal of thunder then the sky opened up. Yohji frowned and watched as the redhead stood as staid as a statue in the middle of the field. The rain soaked through Aya’s white shirt, making it utterly transparent. Yohji was fascinated by the lines of Aya’s body, nothing was out of place, everything smooth and flawless. He wanted to touch Aya sometimes, but he was like one of those things that you didn’t dare touch like a Monet painting at the Louvre. Looking at Aya was like staring at the sun. One could get a glimpse of what they were looking at for a second and in that second it managed to burn its’ image into the darkness of closed eyes. That’s what Aya did to Yohji. Every second that he was with him and looked at him, he burned an even deeper image into his brain.
Yohji walked out into the field whether Aya wanted him to or not. Yohji tended to do a lot of things without prompting. When Yohji got up to Aya, he wrapped a hand around the man’s delicately muscled shoulder and turned him around. Aya’s teeth were chattering and his lashes dripping. But somehow, even with all the drops rolling down his face, Yohji could tell that Aya had been crying. Aya? Crying? Somehow, at the same time, it made sense and then it didn’t. Aya just stared at him, not with his normal intense amethyst eyes, but with pale lavender eyes that looked as if they had been washed out and muted in watercolor. Then he spoke,
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“You can’t do what anymore?”
“I’m tired of being bound up. I just don’t know how to let anything go.”
“I know how,” Yohji said.
“How?”
“You need to stop thinking that you have to take care of everyone. Contrary to popular belief, Aya, we can take care of ourselves. I know that you lead us. You’re a natural born leader, but stop thinking that you have to support all of our weight on your shoulders.”
“You’ve probably been waiting to tell me to come off of my high horse for long time, huh?”
“It’s nothing like that. I just want you to understand that you’re human. Yes, even you bleed and yes, you do cry. I don’t think you’ve allowed yourself to do those things…until now. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you do anything that wasn’t out of anger. You don’t have ice water running through your veins. None of us do. When you feel something, let it out!”
“I’m afraid of what I’m feeling.” Yohji was startled that Aya would ever admit to fear. This had to be something big.
“Afraid of feeling what?”
“What I am right now! Everything I touch gets destroyed and one of these days I’m going to lose the thing that I’m most fond of. That’s why I’m afraid to touch it.”
“Aya, don’t you realize that not everything repeats itself?”
“But things have patterns. And my life is a pattern of destruction.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My parents, my sister, me…my life, it’s all been damaged. My family was the one thing that I’ve cherished above all others and now…they’re gone! Why?! Because I touched them! And I have to forget about those things.” Aya’s voice had now gone back to its’ normal cool tone. His emotions had flared like a brief supernova and were now back to the way they were, even and pulsing quietly.
“Why do you shut yourself down?” Yohji said. “Can’t you give yourself even ten minutes to scream, to do something?”
“I can’t!”
“Weren’t you the one who said that you just wanted to let go? Just do what you feel Aya…say what you mean. Act how you want to act.” Aya looked into Yohji’s sparkling jade eyes. Yohji was what Aya felt, and what he wanted to feel right then. Yohji made him want things that he never had.
“If I act on these feelings I don’t know if I could still call myself a man.”
“I’d call you less of a man if you didn’t.”
Aya grabbed a fistful of Yohji’s shirt and pulled him to him. Yohji just stared at him with an unaffected face. Aya was breathing hard and just staring at the tall blond. He didn’t know what he wanted to do. Aya pulled him even closer. They were nose to nose. They had been this close before when they were sparring. Yohji could feel Aya’s warm breath on his mouth; then Aya leaned in and gave Yohji a chaste close-lipped kiss. He pulled back and stared at Yohji, icing over just in case his partner didn’t feel the same way. Even though Aya’s face had frozen back into its’ usual hard tight-lipped expression, a slight coloring had risen to his cheeks.
Yohji put two wet fingers up against his mouth and began to lick his lips. Yohji didn’t react badly to it; he was just stunned that it took this long. He had wanted to kiss Aya forever, but he was afraid that the redhead would give him a good elbow to the gut or smash him in the face and say,
“I’m not that way.”
It felt like an eternity to Aya before Yohji even reacted, and he got a reaction that he hadn’t expected. He and Yohji were chest to chest, kissing, in the rain, water making their kiss even wetter and fresher. Yohji sucked on Aya’s bottom lip and tried to suck in as much of the man’s essence as he could. It was obvious that Yohji was more skilled than Aya, who was being so gentle with his kisses that he almost held back for fear of being imperfect. Aya didn’t like to be bad at anything. Yohji could feel him holding back.
“Let go,” Yohji whispered against Aya’s mouth; then Aya’s hands were in his hair, mouth open and concentrated on pouring his everything into that one kiss. Now this was how Yohji had always wanted to be kissed. Hot and hard with everything that the person had to offer. Yohji’s fingers slid delicately into the waistband of Aya’s pants and his knuckles slid gently across the warm, wet skin of Aya’s tight, sculpted stomach. Yohji broke the kiss and held Aya arms length away from him. He could see the tight peaks of Aya’s dark, pink nipples through his soaked shirt. He looked so alluring. He had seen Aya’s body many, many times, but it never ceased to thrill him just how beautiful Aya was.
“I’m going to continue the way I started,” Aya spoke softly. “Saying how I feel. So…I want to…right here, right now.” Yohji smiled.
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s what I’ve been wanting.”
He guided Aya out of the field by the hand. He was taking him over to the car. Once they got there, Yohji pushed Aya onto the side of the hood and they began to kiss. He grabbed Aya’s ass, lifting him off of the ground and wrapping his legs around him. Aya’s heart was beating so fast. Grabbing the back of Aya’s neck, he tilted him back and sucked the rain water off of his neck. Aya pulse raced beneath his lips.
Yohji’s wet hand slid under Aya’s soaked, white shirt.
“Help me take it off,” Yohji whispered to Aya. Aya did as he was told, peeling the shirt off of his wet skin. Yohji shed his wet black shirt and threw it to the ground along with Aya’s. Leaning Aya back again, he stuck out his tongue, tasting the cool droplets of rain around Aya’s nipples. The maddeningly slow circle that Yohji was making around Aya’s nipples made Aya crazy. His nipples were so hard that they could cut glass. Then Yohji bit down on Aya’s nipple, causing the man to squeeze his legs around his waist even harder and throw his chest even closer to Yohji’s lips.
Yohji loved the way that he was seeing Aya right now. All of movements were fluid and filled with reckless, heated abandon, but they still held—grace. Aya personified grace. Yohji’s mind flickered back to the way that Aya would handle his sword, curling his fingers around it with a steady grip, not letting go for anything and charging at his target with the matchless and quiet grace of a swift breeze. He looked down at the redhead that was writhing on the hood of his white car, and he just knew that he had to be inside of him.
Yohji’s fingers curled inside of Aya’s pants, pulling them over the delicate curve of the redhead’s exquisite ass. Aya was so beautiful and willow thin, but his body was so strong. Yohji ran his fingers over Aya’s hipbone, which caused the redhead to hiss in frustration. Yohji kneeled, putting his knees in the mud, so that he could slide Aya’s pants over his mid-calf boots. When Yohji stood up to look at the redhead, he almost stopped breathing. The full expanse of his pale skin and his miraculously long legs were a sight, but his cock was even more beautiful. Yohji didn’t know that anyone could be this perfect. Aya was a living statue. Yohji bent down and kissed the tip of Aya’s quivering cock. Aya jerked upwards when Yohji’s warm lips made contact with Aya’s turgid flesh. He liked the reaction. He’d never seen him like this, still in control, but yet on the brink of losing it.
Yohji smoothed Aya’s hair away from his face, looking deeply into his amethyst eyes. His lips were pink and rained-kissed, like a rose. Yohji leaned down and captured his soft lips and nibbled on Aya’s bottom lip.
“I know this is a question that no one has ever asked you,” Yohji whispered against Aya’s lips. “Do you need me?” Aya just stared and then he whispered,
“Yes.” That was all that Yohji needed.
Aya was a fighter in every aspect, but this time he was submitting. And it was a welcome change in Yohji’s eyes.
Throwing all modesty to the wind, if it hadn’t been already, Yohji slid his pants down and kicked them into the mud. He didn’t care if anyone was watching what they did, and it was clear that Aya didn’t either. Yohji pulled Aya closer, pressing their silken erections together. Yohji purr sent a vibration through Aya’s chest as they gripped each other closely in the pouring rain. Yohji held Aya around his hips and ground into him slowly, causing the redhead to moan in a way that Yohji would never forget. It was like the chorus of an unforgettable song, that moan. His fingers traced and skipped along every single one of Aya’s vertebrae, sending a shiver down his spine. When Aya placed his lips on Yohji’s skin, the blonde all but purred and new that he was holding in his arms something precious.
Aya’s hand found its way between Yohji’s legs, stroking and rubbing just the tip of Yohji’s aching sex. It felt like iron wrapped in satin, so smooth and warm to the touch. Their mouths were touching, not kissing. It seemed as if they were sharing one breath of air between them.
“Say it one more time,” Yohji said.
“I need you.” His voice floated through Yohji’s ears to his brain, down his spine, and to where all of his blood had traveled—down between his legs. They were pressed together on Aya’s car, totally naked under the weeping sky and they didn’t want to be anywhere else but together.
“Do you need me?” Aya breathed.
“I’ve always needed you.” Aya guided Yohji to his opening. The blonde pressed against it meeting resistance and a little shiver.
“Aya, I won’t hurt you.” He could tell that the redhead was tense, but wanted everything that he had to offer.
“I want you to make this last,” Aya said.
“And I will, but let me do it my way.” Aya submitted and his body relaxed in Yohji’s arms as Yohji’s long, slender fingers teased the sweet pucker between Aya’s legs. Aya stiffened up, arms thrown behind him, elbows locked, his hands braced on the hood of the car. Yohji circled his entrance, teasing the tight ring, making Aya crazy. Aya’s legs opened wider as the older boy offered up some of his experience to please him. Yohji slid his finger inside, up to the first knuckle causing Aya to buckle a little at the intrusion. Yohji smiled up at the drenched redhead, who had never looked more beautiful than he did right now, legs spread wide, offering up his most intimate place. He watched as Aya’s hand slid up and down his rigid member to the rhythm that Yohji’s finger had set. Clear droplets began to leak from the redhead’s impressive member, beckoning Yohji to take him over the edge. Yohji had neglected all the while to please himself, but that would soon be coming.
Yohji slid his finger even further inside, stretching Aya and making him mewl. Once he found the spot that tore a scream from Aya’s throat, he never stopped rubbing it. Sparks flew behind Aya’s eyes and he knew that he had found an exquisite lover in Yohji. Aya’s hand stilled on his cock because he was so lost in all of what Yohji was giving him. His senses were all alight.
“Yohji!” He had never heard his name said that way. He watched as Aya swiveled his hips and rode Yohji’s finger. He had never seen anyone move that way. Aya was meant to have sex, meant to be seen like this. His body was the personification of passion unleashed. No one, but Yohji had ever seen him like this.
Yohji could barely wait to be sheathed inside of this incredible creature, who was throwing all of his self-control and quiet, staid composure to the wind. Yohji withdrew his finger, leaving Aya bereft and empty. Aya wanted more, he almost screamed his abandonment until Yohji pressed against him, sliding tightly past the first ring of muscle, the head of his stunning cock stretching him. Aya gasped as the tall, blonde slid even further, his cock sliding over the spongy mass of nerves inside. Yohji lifted Aya’s legs high, so that he could push inside of him at a better angle.
“Ran,” Yohji whispered into his ear as he brought Aya close. Aya could feel Yohji shaking. He was so overwhelmed by the tightness of the body he was in. Aya’s eyes were closed, teeth clinched, small sounds of pleasure wrapped in pain escaping him. Yohji’s cock was like white, hot light, filling him, making him come alive inside. Yohji’s strokes were deep and passionate. Yohji pressed for the spot that made Aya cry out and pant. Aya began to meet the pace that Yohji had set, deliberately slow, but unbelievably pleasurable.
Yohji wrapped his arms around Aya tight, feeling the redhead’s heart race against his.
“Ran,” Yohji growled. “Oh, Ran.” The car creaked beneath them and their pace quickened. Aya was screaming at this point. Yohji had lost control, his hips moved of their own volition. He wanted so badly to come inside of Aya. His hands gripped onto Aya’s hips, making small red circles in Aya’s pale flesh. Yohji began to feel tremors beneath his fingers. He watched the redhead tense and convulse as he came, come squirting out in creamy, white arcs. A moan and hiss left his lips with ever ejection. The sight of Aya’s midsection and cock iced in hot come made Yohji fall over the edge. With each final thrust that he made, a cry and a burst of come went with it. Aya could feel Yohji essence inside of him, thick and hot. They slumped against each other, grateful for the cooling rain.
“Thank you,” Aya said.
“My pleasure,” Yohji said as he planted another kiss on Aya’s sweet, rose-petal lips.

Ken stood at the window—he had seen the whole thing. He watched as the two lithe figures relaxed against each other. He knew that he’d never be able to get that sight out of his head. He’d never seen Aya act that way. It was a strange, but likable side. Aya was human after all; he had just proven in that span of time that he could feel something. He proved it outside with Yohji.
Ken turned his back and slumped down to the floor against the window. With all of them around he still felt lonely. He pulled his legs up to his chest, thinking of a million things that could slow his heartbeat. He hadn’t meant to see them like that. It was as if he had violated a shrine. He felt wrong as if he had committed some form of sacrilege.

If you thought that was bad…it gets worse…stayed tuned for the next installation of Just to Touch.