July 4th Lemonade
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,571
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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July 4th Lemonade
Disclaimer: I am well aware that July 4th is an American holiday and that it being celebrated in Japan as fervently in the U.S. is not a reality. However, Americans living in Japan would more than likely celebrate it and fireworks (being that they mainly originated in China) would not be at all unusual in Japan. Somehow, I have a feeling that Yohji would find amusing ways to utilize such a holiday coinciding with Aya\'s birthday...
Aya hung his flower apron on a hook after closing down the shop. Business was unusually slow and he sighed. Why did his birthday fall on an American holiday? Perhaps the promise of fireworks inspired the masses to ‘oooh’ and ‘ah’ in delight. He could care less. Aya-chan wouldn’t be able to see the fireworks even though she loved them.
He walked into the kitchen and his face fell when he noticed notes on the refrigerator.
___________
The youth soccer league I coach is having a special Fourth of July barbecue. I’ll be gone all day and night. I baked a special birthday cake for Aya in the fridge. Sorry that I couldn’t be there, but I’m getting paid to be at the barbecue. We need the money and you know I can’t pass up a free meal.
Ken
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Helping out at the school festival all day. Later at night my computer skills are needed to choreograph a fireworks display to music for the school over night. I have a ride and will see you tomorrow. Happy birthday Aya-kun! I had some of your cake, hope you don’t mind! There’s a gift from me on the table.
Omi-chan ^_^
__________
Aya read the notes and nodded his head. “Typical and practical.”
He opened Omi’s gift and let loose a smile. It was a little pocketknife resembling a katana. Opening the fridge he noticed a piece of cake missing from the one Ken baked and he chuckled. “Typical indeed.”
His eyes narrowed as he noticed rose petals strewn about on the floor. With an annoyed hiss he brushed them into a dustpan, following the trail to his room. To his surprise there was a bouquet of them on his bed, with a note.
___________
Meet me in the backyard. I have a birthday surprise for you. Bring the flowers. Sorry about the mess, but I’m sure you’ve already cleaned it up.
Yohji
___________
“A birthday surprise from Yohji,” Aya said raising an eyebrow. “I have a feeling this will be interesting.” He grabbed the roses, proceeding to their secluded backyard.
Yohji waited patiently for Aya, making sure every aspect of his surprise was in place. He gently smoothed a blanket he had on the ground and smirked when he heard Aya’s gasp.
Aya blinked at the surroundings. There were candles everywhere, various items strewn about, and Yohji was sprawled out in the midst of it all, on a blanket with plush pillows. “What are you doing?!”
“Surprise,” Yohji said smoothly, rising and sauntering over to him. “When Ken and Omi are away, Yohji and Aya get to play.”
Aya blinked, shakily setting down the roses. “Excuse me?”
Their relationship was still relatively new to him, but he couldn’t help the slight shiver that went down his spine. Yohji had a way of breaking down his hardened exterior when he stroked the softened emotions of his inside.
“Your birthday just happens to coincide with a gaijin holiday,” Yohji said, “and I am here to show you that it is not necessarily a bad thing.”
“What are the fireworks for?”
“You’re going to find out,” Yohji said mysteriously. He sensuously removed his clothing, peeling off his half-shirt. His chest rippled as he removed his pants, sweat clinging to muscle as he revealed his lack of undergarments.
Aya couldn’t help but stare. He watched as Yohji reached for a rose and lightly trailed it down his chest, gently tickling his penis with the petals until it hardened and pulsed as red as the flower. Aya felt his pants constrict as he watched with fascination. He allowed Yohji to remove his clothing, enticed by the continuing sway of Yohji’s hips.
Once he removed Aya’s clothing Yohji pressed against the red head, taking his soft lips into his own. His tongue playfully batted Aya’s as he reached down below, stroking Aya’s aching member. Pulling away he lightly traced the rose along Aya’s jaw line to his chin, beckoning the red head to follow him to the blanket.
“Sex has the intensity of a fireworks display,” Yohji said. “You must take the proper precautions,” he pulled out some lotion, reaching behind Aya to insert his finger into his rear, “and then slowly light the wick.” He lathered his genitals, gasping slightly as Aya inserted his fingers into his own rear. He watched Aya’s excitement. “Once lit, the fireworks rise quickly, until they explode into a climax.”
Yohji let out a slight yelp as Aya turned him over, deciding to take the initiative and light the wick. He hissed as Aya buried himself inside his tightened muscle, this was unexpected, he was supposed to be seducing Aya. Then again, they still had the night ahead of them.
Aya rocked back and forth until he felt his climax, holding out until he felt Yohji’s release. With a wicked tone, “like fireworks ne?”
Yohji turned, gently taking Aya’s lips again. Pulling away, “watch and learn.”
He walked over to a slender shaft and he slowly secured it into the ground. His hands slid up and down the item, and he lit the wick of the device. He stepped back and watched the color spurt in slow, sporadic combinations, until it ended in a finale of bursts. With a grin, he lit another.
Aya was entranced by the display, but his eyes strayed to Yohji as he lay on his back, his penis standing straight in the air.
“Come here Aya,” Yohji said, “I call this the Roman Candle.” He stroked down below, making sure he stood straight.
Aya crawled over, taking Yohji’s hands. He settled on top of the blonde, wincing as he slowly slid all the way down, like a sword into a hilt. He couldn’t help but moan as Yohji thrust upward, deeply and slowly, matching the spurts of the firework in the yard. His breath grew ragged as Yohji’s body went in sync with the finale and he fell backward, gasping for air at his climax.
Yohji gave another thrust before releasing and he playfully nipped Aya’s neck. “And now for my next trick.”
Aya said breathlessly, “are you a magician now?”
“No,” Yohji said, “I’m a pyrotechnic, just aiming to please my audience.”
Yohji picked up a sparkler and lit the end. His body swayed to the nighttime breeze as he twirled the sparkler about his form. The smoke of the sparks created a haunting silhouette around the youth as he lit showering fountains of color around the yard.
Aya couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so beautiful. The sparks emitted fountains of color that licked at Yohji’s form, but he gracefully dodged their fire. Yohji’s eyes seemed to shine as the sparkler faded and he approached Aya.
Yohji gently pushed Aya down, parting his legs to stare at what lie beneath curled tendrils of fire. His fingers gently played with the red tinted hair before moving into a tango with an awaiting dance partner. He stroked the spherical folds of skin, bringing his lips down to softly kiss.
Aya writhed at Yohji’s touch, letting his fingers massage his lover’s scalp as his eyes watched the fountains continue their show. He found it ironic that the hissing of the sparks almost seemed to match his and Yohji’s combined breathing. He moaned as Yohji took him, rocking forward into Yohji’s mouth. The heat and moist muscle against his own caused him nearly to explode. As if Yohji sensed that he lightly squeezed Aya, prolonging the release. The older youth ruthlessly suckled Aya until the fountains hit their finale and only then did he allow the younger to shout out with his climax. Semen splattering the ground, almost steaming like the sparks that made contact with the grass.
“Now,” Yohji said, “I wish to show you a bottle rocket.”
Aya raised his eyebrow, he was not as knowledgeable about fireworks as Yohji, but even the name of the item sounded. . .dirty.
Yohji stroked a bottle before placing it down and lit the bottle rocket. He dashed a way and watched as it shot to the sky, exploding in a flash and crack. He returned to Aya and settled himself atop the red head. “You’re the bottle and I’m the rocket, now shoot me off.”
Aya’s eyes darkened and he bucked against Yohji, but he held firm.
“Harder Aya.”
Aya playfully teased Yohji’s member, causing the man to relax. With a buck and rise of his hips he threw Yohji off of him to a pile of plush pillows, causing the man to sprawl on his stomach. He continued with pursuit and plunged into Yohji, causing him to shout, a flash crossing his vision as he felt an orgasm. They continued back and forth until they took a break, sipping ice-cold lemonade in fancy wine glasses.
“No wine?”
Yohji smirked. “This drink quenches the thirst better.”
Aya rolled his eyes, placing his empty glass to the side. He had to admit, it was rather refreshing.
Yohji’s eyes sparkled as he set down his drink and went about to various shells he set up around the yard. “Now, for the Grande display and finale.”
“Over so soon?”
“Oh don’t you worry, this is guaranteed to last beyond the last firework.”
Yohji turned Aya over, inserting his fingers into the dark muscled crevice. He found Aya’s prostate, teasing it for a moment before he took out his finger and entered. He savored Aya’s writhing form. “Now, for my birthday present to you.”
Aya was in bliss as Yohji pressed into him, each thrust going deeper than he ever imagined. Fireworks exploded around them, lighting the backyard and providing a veil of smoke over their doings. Yohji’s hand slid around his waist and he rose up, allowing the man to move his hand back and forth along a shaft that tingled with aching sensations. He shouted as Yohji thrust deeply and he sagged to the ground, having expelled a shower of sparks. He cried out softly as Yohji kept going. “Yohji,” he gasped, “I already released.”
Yohji continued and in one swift movement, flipped Aya around, staying firmly within the red headed firecracker. “You can have more than one and you will. I have yet to reach the finale.”
Aya’s eyes widened and he moaned, wrapping his hips around Yohji. Tears fell from his eyes as he heard the finale of the fireworks around them, exploding in synchrony with his body as he had another orgasm. He heard Yohji moan, feeling the climax spill in and out of him.
As the fireworks ended and silence filled the area, Yohji stared down at Aya, finally releasing his teammate. Aya’s arms remained around his neck and he gently kissed his ear murmuring, “happy birthday Ran.”
Aya’s eyes fluttered open and he kissed Yohji, rolling atop him. “Happy Fourth Yotan.”
Author’s Note: May you all find freedom and surprises in your own special way, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps today, or perhaps even on a holiday. I personally guarantee you’ll never look at fireworks the same way again after reading this, I know I won’t.
Aya hung his flower apron on a hook after closing down the shop. Business was unusually slow and he sighed. Why did his birthday fall on an American holiday? Perhaps the promise of fireworks inspired the masses to ‘oooh’ and ‘ah’ in delight. He could care less. Aya-chan wouldn’t be able to see the fireworks even though she loved them.
He walked into the kitchen and his face fell when he noticed notes on the refrigerator.
___________
The youth soccer league I coach is having a special Fourth of July barbecue. I’ll be gone all day and night. I baked a special birthday cake for Aya in the fridge. Sorry that I couldn’t be there, but I’m getting paid to be at the barbecue. We need the money and you know I can’t pass up a free meal.
Ken
___________
___________
Helping out at the school festival all day. Later at night my computer skills are needed to choreograph a fireworks display to music for the school over night. I have a ride and will see you tomorrow. Happy birthday Aya-kun! I had some of your cake, hope you don’t mind! There’s a gift from me on the table.
Omi-chan ^_^
__________
Aya read the notes and nodded his head. “Typical and practical.”
He opened Omi’s gift and let loose a smile. It was a little pocketknife resembling a katana. Opening the fridge he noticed a piece of cake missing from the one Ken baked and he chuckled. “Typical indeed.”
His eyes narrowed as he noticed rose petals strewn about on the floor. With an annoyed hiss he brushed them into a dustpan, following the trail to his room. To his surprise there was a bouquet of them on his bed, with a note.
___________
Meet me in the backyard. I have a birthday surprise for you. Bring the flowers. Sorry about the mess, but I’m sure you’ve already cleaned it up.
Yohji
___________
“A birthday surprise from Yohji,” Aya said raising an eyebrow. “I have a feeling this will be interesting.” He grabbed the roses, proceeding to their secluded backyard.
Yohji waited patiently for Aya, making sure every aspect of his surprise was in place. He gently smoothed a blanket he had on the ground and smirked when he heard Aya’s gasp.
Aya blinked at the surroundings. There were candles everywhere, various items strewn about, and Yohji was sprawled out in the midst of it all, on a blanket with plush pillows. “What are you doing?!”
“Surprise,” Yohji said smoothly, rising and sauntering over to him. “When Ken and Omi are away, Yohji and Aya get to play.”
Aya blinked, shakily setting down the roses. “Excuse me?”
Their relationship was still relatively new to him, but he couldn’t help the slight shiver that went down his spine. Yohji had a way of breaking down his hardened exterior when he stroked the softened emotions of his inside.
“Your birthday just happens to coincide with a gaijin holiday,” Yohji said, “and I am here to show you that it is not necessarily a bad thing.”
“What are the fireworks for?”
“You’re going to find out,” Yohji said mysteriously. He sensuously removed his clothing, peeling off his half-shirt. His chest rippled as he removed his pants, sweat clinging to muscle as he revealed his lack of undergarments.
Aya couldn’t help but stare. He watched as Yohji reached for a rose and lightly trailed it down his chest, gently tickling his penis with the petals until it hardened and pulsed as red as the flower. Aya felt his pants constrict as he watched with fascination. He allowed Yohji to remove his clothing, enticed by the continuing sway of Yohji’s hips.
Once he removed Aya’s clothing Yohji pressed against the red head, taking his soft lips into his own. His tongue playfully batted Aya’s as he reached down below, stroking Aya’s aching member. Pulling away he lightly traced the rose along Aya’s jaw line to his chin, beckoning the red head to follow him to the blanket.
“Sex has the intensity of a fireworks display,” Yohji said. “You must take the proper precautions,” he pulled out some lotion, reaching behind Aya to insert his finger into his rear, “and then slowly light the wick.” He lathered his genitals, gasping slightly as Aya inserted his fingers into his own rear. He watched Aya’s excitement. “Once lit, the fireworks rise quickly, until they explode into a climax.”
Yohji let out a slight yelp as Aya turned him over, deciding to take the initiative and light the wick. He hissed as Aya buried himself inside his tightened muscle, this was unexpected, he was supposed to be seducing Aya. Then again, they still had the night ahead of them.
Aya rocked back and forth until he felt his climax, holding out until he felt Yohji’s release. With a wicked tone, “like fireworks ne?”
Yohji turned, gently taking Aya’s lips again. Pulling away, “watch and learn.”
He walked over to a slender shaft and he slowly secured it into the ground. His hands slid up and down the item, and he lit the wick of the device. He stepped back and watched the color spurt in slow, sporadic combinations, until it ended in a finale of bursts. With a grin, he lit another.
Aya was entranced by the display, but his eyes strayed to Yohji as he lay on his back, his penis standing straight in the air.
“Come here Aya,” Yohji said, “I call this the Roman Candle.” He stroked down below, making sure he stood straight.
Aya crawled over, taking Yohji’s hands. He settled on top of the blonde, wincing as he slowly slid all the way down, like a sword into a hilt. He couldn’t help but moan as Yohji thrust upward, deeply and slowly, matching the spurts of the firework in the yard. His breath grew ragged as Yohji’s body went in sync with the finale and he fell backward, gasping for air at his climax.
Yohji gave another thrust before releasing and he playfully nipped Aya’s neck. “And now for my next trick.”
Aya said breathlessly, “are you a magician now?”
“No,” Yohji said, “I’m a pyrotechnic, just aiming to please my audience.”
Yohji picked up a sparkler and lit the end. His body swayed to the nighttime breeze as he twirled the sparkler about his form. The smoke of the sparks created a haunting silhouette around the youth as he lit showering fountains of color around the yard.
Aya couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so beautiful. The sparks emitted fountains of color that licked at Yohji’s form, but he gracefully dodged their fire. Yohji’s eyes seemed to shine as the sparkler faded and he approached Aya.
Yohji gently pushed Aya down, parting his legs to stare at what lie beneath curled tendrils of fire. His fingers gently played with the red tinted hair before moving into a tango with an awaiting dance partner. He stroked the spherical folds of skin, bringing his lips down to softly kiss.
Aya writhed at Yohji’s touch, letting his fingers massage his lover’s scalp as his eyes watched the fountains continue their show. He found it ironic that the hissing of the sparks almost seemed to match his and Yohji’s combined breathing. He moaned as Yohji took him, rocking forward into Yohji’s mouth. The heat and moist muscle against his own caused him nearly to explode. As if Yohji sensed that he lightly squeezed Aya, prolonging the release. The older youth ruthlessly suckled Aya until the fountains hit their finale and only then did he allow the younger to shout out with his climax. Semen splattering the ground, almost steaming like the sparks that made contact with the grass.
“Now,” Yohji said, “I wish to show you a bottle rocket.”
Aya raised his eyebrow, he was not as knowledgeable about fireworks as Yohji, but even the name of the item sounded. . .dirty.
Yohji stroked a bottle before placing it down and lit the bottle rocket. He dashed a way and watched as it shot to the sky, exploding in a flash and crack. He returned to Aya and settled himself atop the red head. “You’re the bottle and I’m the rocket, now shoot me off.”
Aya’s eyes darkened and he bucked against Yohji, but he held firm.
“Harder Aya.”
Aya playfully teased Yohji’s member, causing the man to relax. With a buck and rise of his hips he threw Yohji off of him to a pile of plush pillows, causing the man to sprawl on his stomach. He continued with pursuit and plunged into Yohji, causing him to shout, a flash crossing his vision as he felt an orgasm. They continued back and forth until they took a break, sipping ice-cold lemonade in fancy wine glasses.
“No wine?”
Yohji smirked. “This drink quenches the thirst better.”
Aya rolled his eyes, placing his empty glass to the side. He had to admit, it was rather refreshing.
Yohji’s eyes sparkled as he set down his drink and went about to various shells he set up around the yard. “Now, for the Grande display and finale.”
“Over so soon?”
“Oh don’t you worry, this is guaranteed to last beyond the last firework.”
Yohji turned Aya over, inserting his fingers into the dark muscled crevice. He found Aya’s prostate, teasing it for a moment before he took out his finger and entered. He savored Aya’s writhing form. “Now, for my birthday present to you.”
Aya was in bliss as Yohji pressed into him, each thrust going deeper than he ever imagined. Fireworks exploded around them, lighting the backyard and providing a veil of smoke over their doings. Yohji’s hand slid around his waist and he rose up, allowing the man to move his hand back and forth along a shaft that tingled with aching sensations. He shouted as Yohji thrust deeply and he sagged to the ground, having expelled a shower of sparks. He cried out softly as Yohji kept going. “Yohji,” he gasped, “I already released.”
Yohji continued and in one swift movement, flipped Aya around, staying firmly within the red headed firecracker. “You can have more than one and you will. I have yet to reach the finale.”
Aya’s eyes widened and he moaned, wrapping his hips around Yohji. Tears fell from his eyes as he heard the finale of the fireworks around them, exploding in synchrony with his body as he had another orgasm. He heard Yohji moan, feeling the climax spill in and out of him.
As the fireworks ended and silence filled the area, Yohji stared down at Aya, finally releasing his teammate. Aya’s arms remained around his neck and he gently kissed his ear murmuring, “happy birthday Ran.”
Aya’s eyes fluttered open and he kissed Yohji, rolling atop him. “Happy Fourth Yotan.”
Author’s Note: May you all find freedom and surprises in your own special way, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps today, or perhaps even on a holiday. I personally guarantee you’ll never look at fireworks the same way again after reading this, I know I won’t.