Meant To Be

Chapter 1

Omi leaned back from his laptop, enjoying the breeze that was wafting in the open window. He was suddenly reminded of when he had first met Kaoru…

He had been looking out a window, a breeze very much similar to this blowing over him. But it was very different. He felt dark inside. He had only just recently moved to Japan, and he was struggling to fit in. His father was Japanese, but his mother was American, and Omi had been born and raised in California. His mother had died two months previously, and his father made the decision to move back to his homeland to be with his family. Omi was an only child, and he had been very close to his kind, blonde haired mother. His father was a workaholic, and prior to his mother's death, Omi had spent very minimal time with him.

So to suddenly be ripped away from everything he knew and forced to live in a strange land with people he didn't know was extremely scary to Omi. He knew only very basic Japanese, because his mother had taught him simple words for things just for fun, so the customs and formal speech used in the actual country were overwhelming to him. He withdrew from his classmates, refusing to answer their confusing questions, which only made them ask even more questions. He was a shell shocked mess on the day that Saionji Kaoru walked into his life.

The boy had shaggy blonde hair that almost looked pink in the sunlight, and his eyes were of an unusually vivid green hue. His facial features were delicate, but his voice was deeper than all the rest of the ten year olds in the class. Omi was looking out the window, brooding, when Kaoru approached him and spoke. Omi could understand the gist of what he was saying, but he had already begun to mechanically ignore and refuse any attempts at friendship, so he just stayed silent.

However, Kaoru was an insistent boy, and even though other classmates tried to dissuade him from even trying to greet the new student, Kaoru blew them off with a zeal that stirred Omi slightly. The other classmates scattered, and Kaoru continued to try to get a response out of Omi.

Finally, Omi was sick of it, and he turned on Kaoru, snapping. “Leave me alone! Just go away!” he yelled out in English, his exhausted and overwhelmed mind reverting to his native tongue.

Kaoru reeled back for a moment, but quickly composed himself. “Why are you saying that?” he replied calmly in English.

“What?” Omi stuttered, shocked to hear another person speaking English. Something felt warm in his chest at that moment, like he suddenly realized that he wasn’t all alone in the world.

School got better after that. Kaoru tutored him intensely in Japanese, both the language and the customs, but somehow it didn’t feel like tutoring. They were just playing and acting like normal kids, but Kaoru managed to discreetly slip lessons in here and there. He gave Omi some of his favorite manga to help him learn to read kana and kanji, and quietly navigated his friend through what could have been sticky social situations.

By the time they started middle school together, no one could have ever guessed that Omi was a foreigner. He blended in perfectly, thanks to Kaoru. For that, he was infinitely grateful to his friend. The two were inseparable. Omi wasn’t even sure how they became lovers…it happened so gradually.

He supposed that it all started with the kiss during cherry blossom viewing when they were in seventh grade. They were both thirteen. They had managed to get a nice spot, far away from the crowds. The soft pink petals rained down around them, and they sipped macha that Kaoru had prepared. Omi smoothed out the edges of the blanket underneath them, and laid his cup aside as he moved in closer to Kaoru.

They had always been physically close; those kinds of friends that would grab each other’s hands to run through the crowd when they were excited, who would cuddle up close in an innocent fashion to take a nap; who would hug each other when they were happy. It had never seemed strange, because Omi felt like he owed every second of happiness that he had to Kaoru, and he never hesitated to show that happiness.

But they were just starting to hit puberty, that time when emotions run wild, and boys start to feel things that they never had before. Sitting in the light of the warm, slowly setting sun, enjoying the romantic scenery, Omi suddenly felt something new stir up inside of him. As he moved in to Kaoru, he wrapped his arm around his friend’s back. Kaoru didn’t resist, of course, resting his head lightly on Omi’s shoulder. But Omi wanted more than that, and he felt like he couldn’t control himself as he brought one hand under Kaoru’s chin, tilting it upwards. He crushed his lips awkwardly against the fuller, softer lips of his friend’s, breathing in the sweet scent of cherry blossoms as he did so.

What happened next was unexpected. Kaoru recoiled from the kiss, looking up at Omi with confusion and horror in his eyes. He scooted backwards, knocking over his teacup and mussing up the blanket. Omi looked up at him, contrite and pitiful, as Kaoru rose to his feet, backing away slowly, and then turned on his heels and ran off into the distance.

Omi just sat on the blanket, hugging his knees into his chest. He suddenly felt very foolish and regretful. Why had he done such a thing? And now he had alienated Kaoru…beautiful Kaoru…his savior. Tears started to well up in his violet eyes, and his vision became blurry as he looked out over the blossoming cherry trees. Had he ruined everything?

He had trudged home that night, feeling miserable. He climbed into his bed, laying face down. He breathed heavily, trying to forget what had happened that day. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop thinking about Kaoru, and how anguished he had felt to see the dismay on Kaoru’s face after he had…kissed him. Omi sighed, trying to fall asleep.

Several minutes later, he heard a light tapping on his window. His room was on the first floor, so he got out of bed and cautiously approached the curtains. It sounded just like all the times when Kaoru had showed up to visit him at night so that they could play video games instead of sleeping like they were supposed to be doing. Could it be…Kaoru?

Omi drew back the curtains breathlessly, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his beloved friend there, as he had hoped. Some strange emotion was all over Kaoru’s face as he gazed inside, and Omi fumbled with the window fastenings, hurrying to let him in. Once the glass was opened, Kaoru tumbled inside, and Omi hastened to close the window once more.

He turned back to Kaoru, and gave a surprised squeak as Kaoru threw his arms around Omi’s neck, pressing his lips to the silver haired boy’s. Omi quickly relaxed, bringing his hands up behind to Kaoru’s back, holding him close.

After a few moments, they pulled apart, and they looked into each other’s eyes. Kaoru’s green ones sparkled with intensity, and Omi struggled to speak. “Why?” he finally blurted out in English.

“Because…I love you,” Kaoru replied back in Omi’s native tongue. Omi’s cheeks flushed with happiness and pleasure.

“You…love me?” he asked.

Kaoru nodded his head, then looked away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry I ran away this afternoon…” he said, lapsing back into Japanese. “It’s just that…I was confused. I didn’t expect you to do that, and I reacted badly. I’m sorry. Forgive me.” Omi nodded, biting his lip to stifle the smile that was trying to erupt. He wanted to smile for two reasons; first, because he was overjoyed that Kaoru felt the same way; and two, because Kaoru’s fancy way of speaking always amused him.

They stood together in silence for some time, and then Kaoru spoke once more. “I have to…return home, or my absence will be noticed. I’ll see you soon…” He pressed his lips up to Omi’s one last time, and then moved to the window, opening it and climbing out. Omi watched him leave, then shut the window, returning to his bed.

So, that had been their first kiss. For about a year, that was all it was. Little kisses here and there, secret meetings of their lips when no one was looking. Then, about halfway through the eighth grade year, it became more intense.

Kaoru celebrated his fourteenth birthday, and he had requested that he and Omi be able to go to a theme park together. They rode a bus there all by themselves and spent the whole day, just the two of them. By the end of the day, they were exhausted. Kaoru fell asleep against Omi on the bus ride home. Omi worried that Kaoru might not be comfortable with his head against his shoulder, so he gently guided his friend to lay with his head in his lap. Kaoru’s lips curled softly into a smile as he slept, cradled by Omi. Omi looked down, stroking softly at Kaoru’s silky hair. It felt so soft, and it had gotten so long. He admired his friend’s delicate features, and stroked gently at the side of his face.

As he looked down on his friend, realizing how attractive he was, Omi was surprised to feel himself getting aroused. The back of Kaoru’s head jostled lightly against him as the bus moved along, and it unwittingly stimulated him, making him harden. Omi bit his lip, sweating nervously. No…not now. It was not a good time…he tried to think about gross things to make himself “un-aroused”, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, his eyes focused on a fat middle aged woman on the bus, and he slowly felt his arousal ebb away. Phew…problem solved.

The bus arrived at their stop, and Omi nudged Kaoru gently, waking him up. Kaoru rubbed his eyes sleepily, and sat up, yawning as he gathered his bags of souvenirs together. He stumbled off the bus, followed by Omi. They walked to the large house where Kaoru lived. Everyone was already in bed, so Kaoru let himself in the front door with a key. They tiptoed to Kaoru’s room, and quickly slipped inside.

Kaoru yawned and stretched, eager to get in bed. Omi had already brought his things over, and he removed his day clothes, leaving only his boxers, and then put a t-shirt on over that. Kaoru changed into white satin pajamas, a birthday gift from his sister, and they brushed their teeth and washed their faces, then climbed into Kaoru’s queen sized bed together.

There was plenty of room for them to spread out, but Kaoru cuddled right up to his friend. Omi trembled nervously, his arousal from earlier returning twofold. His thin boxers were no help in hiding his aroused state, and he finally had to rotate his body in the bed, afraid that Kaoru would notice it otherwise. Kaoru just yawned, snuggling up against Omi’s back. His breathing slowed down, and Omi could tell that he had fallen asleep.

Omi, however, could not fall asleep. He was aching down there, screaming out for release. There was no unattractive bus rider to look at this time, so it just kept throbbing and aching. When things like this happened and he was alone, it was no problem…he could just “take care of it.” But Kaoru was right there. Maybe he could get into the bathroom…but he might wake up Kaoru by getting out of the bed. Maybe he could…

He bit his lip, realizing it was risky. But he was so overwhelmed by desire, he couldn’t stop himself. He reached into his boxers, gently stroking at himself. He pressed his lips together tightly, sealing in a moan of pleasure. Surprisingly, the idea of Kaoru being right there just made it feel even better. He touched himself as quietly as he could , trying not to rock the bed and wake his friend up.

Things seemed to be working out fine, until Omi got closer and closer to the edge. He lost control of himself, and gave a low groan. That noise combined with the way he was shaking the bed, finally woke Kaoru up.

“Omi?” Omi froze as he heard Kaoru’s gentle, sleepy voice pipe up. “Omi, what are you doing?”

“Ah…nothing…” Omi whispered back, carefully slipping his hand out of his boxers, even though he was so close that it was about killing him.

“Mmmm…okay…” Kaoru responded, snuggling closer. He threw a hand around Omi’s waist, and Omi squeaked as Kaoru’s long fingers made contact with the tip of his hardness, which was at that moment poking out from the gap in the fabric of his boxers. It was slippery with arousal at the tip, and Kaoru made a noise of confusion as his fingertips became wet. His fingers reflexively felt around to try to figure out what it was, and Omi breathed heavily, both thrilled that Kaoru was touching him, but cringing inside that he might be disgusted when he figured it out.

As he became aware of what it was, Kaoru made a small noise of surprise. He pulled his fingers back sharply, but his hand still hovered above Omi’s waist. Omi held his breath, hoping with all his might that Kaoru’s hand would move back down. He cried out in pleasure as his wish came true. Kaoru reached back down, stroking at Omi tentatively. He didn’t say a word, just touched at his friend’s throbbing, slippery member curiously.

The feeling of Kaoru’s delicate hand on him, and just the sheer idea of the whole situation made Omi cry out with pleasure. Kaoru sighed, breathing heavily against the back of Omi’s neck, as he stroked with more confidence. Omi gritted his teeth, feeling himself at the brink. “Kaoru…” he groaned, and then bucked his hip furiously as he released.

Kaoru gasped in surprise, but didn’t recoil. Omi shuddered with pleasure for a while, then gave an embarrassed cough as he pulled away slightly to remove his boxers, using them to wipe up the mess he had made. He folded them up carefully, laying them aside, and tugged his long t-shirt lower to cover himself. He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and he didn’t know what to do next.

Fortunately, he was saved from his worried by Kaoru reaching out and taking his hand. At the same time, his friend moved forward and pressed his lips to Omi’s, kissing him softly. Kaoru took Omi’s larger hand and tucked it gently inside of his own pajama bottoms. Omi gasped when he felt Kaoru’s manhood. It was erect, just like his had been. Omi kissed at Kaoru more furiously, his fingers stroking wildly at his friend’s hardness.

“Omi,” Kaoru managed to whisper in between kisses, and the sound of his own name being said in such a way drove Omi wild. He tugged Kaoru’s pajama bottoms down frantically, then stroked at his exposed hardness rapidly. Kaoru sighed and moaned in pleasure, his mouth opening. Omi took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Kaoru’s mouth. He groaned with pleasure at the taste. It was so sweet and wonderful, unlike anything he could have imagined. Kaoru traced his tongue gently around Omi’s, and Omi just kept stroking energetically at his friend.

Kaoru broke away from the kiss, pressing his face into Omi’s neck. “Omi…I…oh!” He cried out sharply and arched his back as his release pulsed out of his body. It spurted forward, landing on Omi’s bare thigh. They both groaned with pleasure, and then Omi carefully reached for his already wet boxers and used them to wipe up his thigh.

After that was taken care of, he moved back in to Kaoru. The two boys held each other, kissing back and forth softly, murmuring words of happiness and delight at their mutual satisfaction.

That was where it began…and many more wonderful experiences followed.